POSTCARDS FROM THE EVERGLADES
At dawn in a small plane,
we hovered above the panther’s
domain. No sighting, but still
it was an incredible thrill.
Today was a day to die for:
first time to see crocodile
and swallow-tailed kite.
Waited at dusk with the spider
lily in its mangrove swamp
for sphinx moth to come.
In pools beside Eco Pond
mid-day, watched a ballet:
graceful black-necked stilts.
Along a mangrove-fringed shore,
I took a solitary walk. But I wasn’t alone.
Perched on her royal palm throne,
a red-shouldered hawk with her yellow-
spotted beak kept her eyes on me.
Today in the basketwork of a cabbage
palm’s old fan hilts, I found air plants,
ferns, a lizard lounging.
In a hidden hammock, I pitied
sabal palmettos in the clutches
of strangler figs.
Listened intently tonight on Pine Island,
where I sleep, to vociferous whip-poor-wills
pursuing on the wing their insect meals.
Caught a glimpse of preglacial times
today on an outcrop of old rock
in the middle of a sawgrass river.
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