Moon Gulch to Robertsons
little family
fleeing here all in a ruffle
disappointment dripping
from your deflated backpacks
when will you learn
that like the everywhen
there’s an everywhere
here I am
wherever you are
radiant with wonders
while you go tallying up your
unseen sloths and pufflegs
missed bays and unexplored jungles
I’m sending you a fox
who will walk right up to you
day after day
and right now a big black bear
is on his way to steal your suet
he’ll climb the tree directly under the floodlight –
yes, even while you watch
I’m making a long winter for you
who chased the sun so long
and Moon Creek is practicing her scales now
to sing you to sleep
hummingbirds, nuthatches, kinglets,
two kinds of chickadees –
they’re on their way to fill your kitchen window now
there will be moose to track
and the first wildflowers to find
and, for a time,
there at the end of the plowed road,
you’ll have it to yourselves
I’m putting out pine cones
and mysterious bones for the children
and quiet stars and the axe
and the wood that needs splitting
for the frustrated adults
so your hearts may come into calmness
and most of all
I’m giving you slow and still
and a while to call a place home
