Annoyed at our intrusion, one by one they slip
quietly into the water, breeze ruffling their
feathers, orange feet paddling them to safety.
Headlights appear, three cars in a row, a
solemn procession down these empty streets.
Sacrificing what, I wonder, to be out here?
Sophie, my dog discovering a smell irresistible,
flops down, wriggling on the ground, feet in the air
in raptured bliss at the joy she has found.
Several trees in a row, gravestone gray bark with
tiny buds fighting for survival under bleak
Spring skies, branches collecting snow.
A walker appears, thin jacket, no hat, sacrificing
warmth and who knows what else to be here, to
be going, who knows where?
At home after, I remember friends who have died,
from drug abuse, cancer, and self inflicted
gun shot wounds. I remember their names.
It is important to say their names. Out loud.