Day 6, You Might Be A Veery Thrush

Day 6, You Might be a Veery Thrush

If you roll on your back in cinnamon,

pepper your chest with powdered chocolate

or, like Hector Flores, 7, of the Bronx, swallow

a whistle that lodges in your lung,

leaves you trilling laughter

If you find yourself drawn like an autistic child

inexorably to water and the damp

singing to your peril in the rain

If you yearn for the Yucatan

fly long distances at night

to winter in Brazil

If you frequent the fringes of the forest

hang about wetlands and woodlots

obsessed with beaver

if, if, if, if

then

it’s certainly possible