I’m sick on my couch in the sunroom
and stare at the trunk of the biggest tree in my purview,
like the proverbial dust of snow from a hemlock tree that saved a day from ruin,
I spy a tiny, long-tailed brown scrap hitch upward in a spiral,
going in and out of my sight, his down-curved bill probing the crevices*.
I see him fly weakly to a new tree, probably its base,
but I’m too weak to check. Or creep.
* A single spider will give the creeper enough energy to climb nearly 200 feet vertically.
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