Spring inventory/Ursuline Mother House/Paola, Kansas
Thanks for this window, three stories up,
and the breeze in the curtains, laundered by the rain,
for the unrolling leaves, green and silver.
Thanks for the red-tile roof and the clean white
cornice, for the blue-gray wings in the eaves,
coming, going, spread cruciform.
Thanks for the quicksilver sky caught
in a bowl, for frogs in the garden,
flip-flap, chitter-chatter trees,
and that one persistent whistler whose
song flies out like line
from a fisherman’s reel.
This is my song, too,
cast out, cast