Ebbing the Breadth Between the Mud and the Moon is a bird poem, a celebration of the wonder of migrating birds and how in a life they travel the distance between the earth and the moon somewhere we cannot see them.
Ebbing the Breadth – Bird Poem
Months of flying gave way to claws thawing a greening branch, pushing leaves. We were trailing the sun's arms, her fingers pointing to tepid soil, the earth laboring lightly, and all we had to do is fall into the rays for a long pause until the twigs came to meet us. When deep within the trunk still, they were already choosing a velvet robe. They knew we'd be featherlight, draped in plums and downs, our bodies more weightless than the winds we'd sailed. We were arctic tern, godwits bar-tailed and not, we were cranes and Candian geese, we were curlews turning up on featureless, tidal mudflats. We've ebbed the breadth between the mud and the moon, and now our beaks kiss crustaceans one day and worms the next until the sun's limbs bare flyways, and we're bound over.