Attention to Detail
By Rose Poirot
I wash windows when I need to focus,
Or iron a long-sleeved cotton shirt,
Inhaling its body-scented steam.
Attention to detail: a resume cliché,
Hammering at the cedar siding
Of this ocean retreat:
That bird-brain knows
Attention to detail
Like no human’s ever will.
I listen to its rata-tat-tat
For hours each day: it’s March—nest-building time
On the California coast—
While off to one side, safe in his Monterey pine,
A crow sounds his defiant caw-caw-caw
Disparaging the industry of the much-smaller bird.
So many fleeting ideas
Like dreams that dissolve upon waking.
“Job-shadow the nut hatch”
Could be my new objective.
March 20, 2010 cc
Gordon et.al.

Go back and see the new photo I found for Rose's first post.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem. You are inspired.
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