These trees and their light confound me
and there is a tanager across the lake. There is a tanager
across the lake and the trees rise into sky
where they begin. The sky has no beginning, yet ends
across the lake. Where there is a tanager. There is a tanager
across the lake and I love you more than your words.
All my life these words were all I had, now I look in the birds
for you. There is a tanager across the lake
I see its light in the trees. What trees they are I do not know
though trees they are. It is a faraway spot of scarlet
on green, the most lush green I have seen in months. The tanager
has returned and brought with it color. There is a tanager
across the lake, it is there because I see it or it moves
or it sings into this afternoon at the rocky shore of this lake
when the trees looked as if they could touch the sky.
There is a tanager across the lake, whisper
in its presence, for though it seems to always return
a tanager sits in a tree across the lake.
©️ David Crews