Please don’t think
that any man carrying
a camera is some kind
of professional,
dripping with experience,
deadlifting years of wisdom
behind that lens.
And though I was out there
in the woods
early, an hour too early
for light, in fact,
I had not the time, with cheap
binoculars and a tiny Nikon
draped across my chest, to explain
to the man with a telescope
fastened to his camera, stopping by
briefly before work, that the only
worthwhile thing I saw
in the entire wood, known for
its birds this time of year,
was the surprising presence
of two wild apple trees.
A Different Kind Of Speaking 