A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature
The cardinal red twig dogwood in bright snow.
This is knowledge that requires
And especially does not demand
that I speak. Unless, like the man
who named the first bird,
a blue star aloft and singing,
made a sound: pajaro. Ouiseau. Chim.
Because he could not help himself.
And that is the way with love.
Speak only when you cannot help it.
However strange and vibrant the sound.
Copyright 2019 Doug Anderson