Steven Schroeder | uprisings
Last night’s thunderstorms stir
uprisings of mushrooms
under the trees this morning.
Cities of ants mind the gaps.
Geese up to their necks
in dandelions attend to the call
and response of crows.
To mark the edge of that scene,
a crow flies just above my head, calling,
lands on a low branch as I duck under it. I
laugh in response, happy to be
a witness to this pentecost,
this whole of nature full of life.
Chicago
28 May 2020
from sheltering in place | 2020
