first few days of the new cycle (field report)

a week since our completion of the yearly circuit
and still we are finding these muddy flats
under the
generous bright paw filled and poised below
north.
geese have their seams across sky and chuck.
let these few minutes stand for those.

we find our instruments are not key.
these largely un-moorable instants -
the calendar flows like honey and the cupboard is bare.
waiting for the next remittance.
allow extra time as a tax
on the poor.

in the air we have seen all manner of great things.
we find these waters fine, though bruised, and needing
further care.

our last entries are not final. if we take the temperature of
the sky we will find a layered delight and more.
every blackbird will find us - and still we
hear of gunned down pelicans and their allies.

we cannot speak this code much longer. please find this
under the leaves, under the weighted winter moon -
our plea is what any would consider - the lengthening day - the pearl blue corner of the set sun.