Little Palace of Illness
Nick Triglia, poet, author of My Religion and In the Shadow of the Postman
What question wafts on the spring air
like feathered seed, trailing the chatter
of grey squirrels from the redwoods, twittering
with the finches in leafy hiding, awaiting
Sunday brunch at the feeder?
A question as iridescent and sleek
as that pair of crows, calling
plans for offspring growing
in eggshell sacks in a nest nearby.
Does the family of quail pecking
across the field answer? Or the ringed doves’
sacred songs, do they tell me the answer?