A Snag - Your Choice of Sacrifice; Sighting a Snowy Owl
A Snag - Your Choice of Sacrifice
"A dead tree is more alive than a live tree."
—Forest ecologist Jerry Franklin
As a political prisoner,
you choose to become a tree,
face the sun.
To let birds nest and forage,
you grow in a swamp,
thus critters have shelters.
When you are turned to a snag,
you still stand tall in the mud,
to feed insects that feed birds.
After dying, you live for centuries.
From your vantage, the birds still come,
sunning, drumming and hibernating.
Even after you fall as a log,
you are home to fish and mushrooms,
that attract birds and keep them fly.
Sighting a Snowy Owl
Your head circles. Your eyes,
the big round world,
reflect the setting sun.
Having left your arctic tundra,
warming, you migrate to my east
coast town, chase lemmings
in this boom year.
A rarity. A fairy tale.
From your perch on
the dead-wood pole,
you look down at me.
A spark, our living bond.
And you are not an innocent;
your dignity stops me closer
with a stern look —
you set the boundary between us.
You will not over-summer here.
Where will be your next home?
Will you come back?
Quiet, like a doll,
at the ocean side.