Science  Write  Now

(for Craig and Koan)

Hooded merganser not so hidden among the mallards and geese,
liminaling its way home on the low-slung canal, water drained 
for the season. Black and white crest on full display, a stamp
on this day to mark how we walked the canal.     That is to say, 
how you were being born on this coast, and you, dying, 
on the other, and we saw a hooded merganser on its way 
north, or south, could be either.     That is to say, 
how we were just walking, trying to make room for it all.

Where is home, how do we hold it? Migrants always
from this moment that births us.