Ukraine
A squirrel scooped out of the air
This morning
Rescued by a winter branch
Even unthinking
Nature has more heart
Than the tyrant
The world creeps
In and out
Of my coat
We’re asked
By threadbare
Things what’s
It for this life
An image of power
Itself would be
Transparent
Like the eyes
Of horses
With a promise
Of animal faith
Walking today
In Central Park
Cars flying past
In the glare
Hang on
That we may be
Creatures
Hopeful
Ukraine
I will stay hopeful
For you
Though words
Are such puny devotion