Thinking in the World
Eckermann's sparrows, Goethe's larks are the
traffic in Laguna.
Waking while it is still dark,
I hear songs through the window glass, smell
I cannot begin to imagine what flowers
Under the damp-shut door.
Think well of ignorance.
Something drives it to the ocean,
And there it flourishes.
It eats fruit in the tide pools.
The little clothing it owns
Shrinks to nothing. Here,
Flowers bring their deep intelligence to bear
Against the mind, and mind's grateful.
Those are sparrows and larks at the window.