Cormorants
Each year they show up in the bare tree by the river bridge
like dutiful grandparents making yearly pilgrimage
upstream. We never witness their return
that may well take an alternate route
noted elsewhere by others likewise amazed
at these dark birds’ faithfulness with keeping
their singular splice in the way things are
—dotting their bare tree like musical notation
side-turned heads flagged whole notes
in early summer’s long-awaited hymn of praise
Near Harpers Ferry, West Virginia
Does the river know we’re here
in any sense like how the gulls
follow Great Lakes fishing boats
for scraps thrown overboard
perhaps unaware that we know
they were once dinosaurs but
only by studying rocks the river
wears down in time spans all but
meaninglessly long to most of us
the river always thinking about
what may be ahead or trying
to remember what it left behind
or why the deer who come down
to drink both morning and evening
are said not to step in its same self
twice?
Header photo by MabelAmber, courtesy Pixabay. Photo of Ed Zahniser by Angie Faulkner.