Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Poem* from the Field II

Hispaniolan Woodpeckers (Melanerpes striatus)


This itinerant life
guided by two things:
One, my whim.
Two, the Texas A&M Wildlife Job Board.
Society cannot comprehend,
calling me directionless.
(Maybe a failure, behind my back)
Working jobs for no money.

I'm here, outside
Hauling a pack, watching birds, climbing trees
Living with former strangers
(Now dear friends)
Eating good food,
laughing in the sun.
It's a good life,
this itinerant one.


* A literary critic informed me that a limerick is a poem with a specific structure and not, as I had thought, a term for a amateurish diddy. (Thanks, Mom.) So, this series gets a new title... 

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Who is "society"?