Andrus Island

White water bird on bluish field. Sandhill cranes in autumn. Much too pure for that—their muddy roughness, on land, hidden amongst the furrows in late light—two of them rise up to dance, so naturally unexpected—all spindly legs and spreading wings—as if in their temporary stay they would be forever… All else vast quiet, low light on low waters, stubble of field, brackish edge… Loping power lines strung above, pole to pole, into the distance. Hardscrabble road—rutted gravel, a car feels out of place in this run of air. Far distance, haze, silhouette of Mt. Diablo, now seen from the east. All late light and quiet, Delta breeze…