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A Loon’s Call

The loon at ease
A 5-1-5 cadence
Or is it 1-4-1?
The first implies
A move toward rest
But then a withdrawal
To restlessness,
The second a move to a new beginning
But then, on second thought,
A return to the comfort of being.
Of course the loon has many calls
But no other speaks from her deepest calm.
Through its quiet ambiguity
No other speaks as well
To the strength and skill she brings
To her life of independence and challenge.
No other embodies the fragile beauty of the lake
No other allows us to share that fragile beauty.

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4 Responses to “A Loon’s Call”

  1. quayny's avatar quayny Says:
    June 22, 2020 at 10:21 pm | Reply

    I love this poem Dad

  2. quayny's avatar quayny Says:
    July 2, 2020 at 10:54 pm | Reply

    Loons are such a unique bird and such wire melodies come out in the evenings.

  3. Susie Cross's avatar Susie Cross Says:
    November 12, 2020 at 4:25 pm | Reply

    I love this Bill. I am always captivated by the numinous cry of the loons on Caspian Lake. This year, because of the pandemic, we were able to be in Vermont since March. The loons arrived in early April, just as the ice began melting on the lake. Their call is one of my very favorite sounds on this earth, both haunting and comforting in ways that are hard to describe. Beautiful poem!

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