A Day Late

Bonus trivia: this is post#300 on Re: Wrigley!

Even though I wrote this poem before I left, it pretty much captures how I felt when I returned.

The Woodpecker’s Landing
March 24, 2008

Full speed, all flutter
and red feathers,
face first towards
the telephone pole
and inevitable
catastrophe:
a crash, a collision,
a congregation of
beak and bark
that benefits neither
bird nor beam.

But then.

Unavoidable disaster
avoided.
Certain doom
dodged.
The expected accident
unexpectedly averted.

The woodpecker
pauses in midair,
hovers like a
wistful whisper
between lovers,
and effortlessly
embraces his home.