Full day on Orcas Island, at Indralaya

Clover and rabbit burrows, ants
busy being themselves. Above,
bees hum lust-songs, pleasantly
preoccupied with pollens
while on barnacled rocks
sea-stars the color of blood oranges
dissolve boundaries and suck life
as the fragrance of baking bread
drifts toward a thrush singing its
heart out in the firs. “Like me,”
I whisper to the sun, all of it like me.