In the beginning

In the beginning was the blog
and the blog was with CESL
and CESL loved the blog
and the blog loved CESL.

This word and that word
curled on this page
orientation in space,
in time, moving as I type
I must leave now
gotta go, gotta get up
and go, gotta know
the territory we see
not a map merely pointing
to territory rounded
out in space and time
as the goldfinch flashes
gold and black
in morning sunlight
fluttering on and off
the thistle feeder