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"Birding, for me, has become a great passion. There are hundreds of extraordinary sights as well as great transfixing beauty out there in the trees, on the water, in marshes, backyards, parks, dairies. All you have to do is look."
—Sidney Wade

Birding at the Dairy

We’re searching
for the single

yellow-headed
blackbird

we’ve heard
commingles

with thousands
of starlings

and brown-headed
cowbirds,

when the many-
headed body

arises
and undulates,

a sudden congress
of wings

in a maneuvering
wave that veers

and wheels, a fleet
and schooling swarm

in synchronous alarm,
a bloom radiating

in ribbons, in sheets,
in waterfall,

a murmuration
of birds

that turns
liquid in air,

that whooshes
like waves

on the shore,
or the breath

of a great
seething prayer.

Copyright © 2013 by Sidney Wade. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on June 12, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.

Copyright © 2013 by Sidney Wade. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on June 12, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.

Sidney Wade

Sidney Wade

Sidney Wade is the author of Straits & Narrows (Persea Books, 2013). She teaches at the University of Florida and lives in Gainesville, Florida.

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The great blue
song of the earth
is sung in all
the best venues—
treetop, marsh,
desert, shore—
and on this spring
day in the wetlands
where, under
a late sun,
we stand alone
and in love
with each other
and the passing day
we watch a cormorant

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makes
the air

quiver
and dart

the throat
ache

to call
makes

the heart
cheer

the ear
keen

to the sheer
glorious

windfall
of oriole

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