“if you want to get into birding” by Isabella Crow
you will need a good pair of binoculars
or at least remember to wear your glasses.
helpful as well is a pair
of trustworthy boots.
and patience. you will need patience
ideally driven by the kind of centered peace that comes
from having nothing better to do with your time.
you should also be lonely or else
the birds will not come and you
will not care enough to wait.
a field guide of sorts is helpful but
you can also make up your own names (the spotty one, mr. redhead, big hair)
if you’ll remember those better.
you’re here to make friends. birds like it
if they can know your name too
so either introduce yourself or be
a hollow shell, be
some flesh-colored cobwebs, be good nesting material
if you were dead in the earth you’d be worth more to them. kick the soil occasionally
be reminded that rot is closer to life than death
and remember to bring a pair of gloves because it gets cold
this time of year. the geese aren’t even home yet.
you aren’t even home yet.
if you want to get into birding it’s helpful to remember
that black birds flock together and you’ll surely find grackles
amongst the cowbirds and red-winged sorts. so be careful not to flatten
all the dark things you see
into one species of hurt. I mean bird. I mean it burns
your eyes to stare into the sun. (bring a pair of sunglasses! polarized and uv coated!)
attach some sort of meaning to each creature
and forget that a bird is just a bird and a tree is just a tree and you
are just a person, which should be a relief, that the goldfinches
will still turn yellow whether or not
you pay attention.
maybe there’s birds on another planet! maybe there’s space birds! maybe there will be birds
long after you die and birds in heaven and birds in the version of the afterlife where you go if
you just want to see how it all turns out.
lace up your boots
tight. yoke the binoculars around your neck. and go out into the woods
and see all the beautiful things
that will continue to be beautiful
no matter what happens to you.