Evidence of things not seen

I always wondered why you never saw very young pigeons.
Just where were they?  Where could they be hidden?

Then one day stopping at a traffic light
on the Expressway service road,
I looked over to my left and up.  There, on a ledge
of the overpass, were a crèche of baby pigeons:
hatchlings and nestlings and fledglings
and some adults landing and taking off.

Today as the boat docked under gray skies,
as I shuffled in the midst of my commuting flock,
I spotted a pigeon perched on the edge
of the opening in the metal plates
above the gangway, next the greasy chains.
Were there squabs hidden in there too? I thought.

All the way home on the bus from the ferry,
the words visible, invisible,
manifest, hidden, overt, covert

kept turning up in my day-weary mind;
and conjectures about how many things
develop out of sight – like poems.

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2012

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