A hand flattened to shade my brow,
questioning the blurred late-afternoon
apparition and not certain I should
trust my wind-burnt eyes.
How to make sense of a tropical
memory skimming across this
land-locked farm –are those
pelicans on my prairie pond?
They’re rare visitors floating with
mallards and mergansers and Canada
geese. The herons are suspicious of
sea birds breezing onto our prairie
grass ocean. Relax, they’re just like
us, awkward and dazzling creatures
migrating across shared lives, resting
awhile, then pushing forward.
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm