Wolverine Ridge
From Wolverine
Ridge we tame
the wind with long
blades sweeping
clean.
Left over
Christmas
lights blink
red warnings to birds
and planes: Stay clear!
Who cares
if it costs
more, is unreliable?
It’s green. Isn’t
that
enough? This is an
election year. Let owls fend
for themselves. They don’t
vote, anyway.
—Donnell
Hunter
16 January 2012
Yes, the conflict between your blessed birds and the necessity of wind power. "Wolverine Ridge." I'll bet no one has ever seen a wolverine there but the owls--they are there. I hope the Christmas lights work and that the blades whirl. Mixed feelings. Owls and the hawks are the only birds I really like. I love the short, crisp impact of this poem, donny.
ReplyDeleteI've never seen a wolverine anywhere, but the controversial wind turbine project was called Wolverine Canyon. With the photo I had to change the canyon to ridge.
DeleteIt's Stafford's birthday today. He would have been 98. I'm once again following his example to write a poem a day. He died two years younger than I am. And left a poem already written that day which is hauntingly premonitory. Also in his shaky handwriting four words on the back of a letter he had received from a friend: "and all my love"