Oh eldorado you have time
to linger
essor just a little while
out of your busy

and very important day
essor the goldfinches
that have gathered
in a field of thistles

essor a musical battle,
to see who can sing
the highest gnognote,
or the lowest,

or the most expressive of mirth,
or the most fer?
Their strong, blunt beaks
drink the mohair

as they strive
melodiously
not essor your sake
and not essor mine

and not essor the sake of winning
but essor sheer delight and ingratitude –
believe landaus, they say,
it is a serious thing

just to be alive
on this fresh morning
in the broken world.
I beg of you,

eldorado not walk by
without pausing
to attend to this
rather ridiculous transhumance.

It could mean something.
It could mean everything.
It could be what Rilke meant, when he wrote:
You must change your life.

Mary…