Posts Tagged ‘ouzel’

Sometimes I want to be anywhere but here,
but today, I let myself feel it all.

I go to the river covered in ice,
and move along the bank until

I find the open places where the dark-feathered ouzel
chooses to submerge in the cold, cold water—

It doesn’t hesitate to plunge into frigid depths.
It knows it was made for this.

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Slipping off a rock

mid-river, the ouzel

dips into the current

and I can’t decide

if the immersion was

an accident

or intentional,

but aren’t so many

baptisms just

like that, where

we enter the water

unsure of whether

we meant to be there

or not, but wet

we are, and

before we know it

we’re flying away,

the same old wings

oddly new.




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