Monday, September 12, 2005, 11:28 am
Gulping
SPRINGFIELD, MO. — Two brief cries of a robin, penetrating the glass front door.
A big black crow on a high dead limb, resting, then launching itself into the void.
Soft, musical goldfinch sounds.
A jay far away.
Thread-waisted wasp and orangey skipper collide atop a dandelion.
One grackle flies over, high, noisy.
Tiny gulps of air to a drowning– no, to a swimmer. Someday I will haul myself out and bask, but today I survive on tiny gulps of air.
David J. Ringer
