Gift

What does it mean
that there is a snake lying among the wild strawberries;
Spring has laid smooth stones
at the edge of the pool;
there are birds who see farther at night
than the warm things under cover of purple leaves?
Some god has bitten this mottled apple.
We swim in these summer days, its juices.
What does it matter where the snake hides:
I was out of place until a blue jay
in return for my seed
left that black banded feather from his wing
in my back yard.