got up with a cry
Shook off her Arctic swaddling
Pitched from the tower of the North Wind
And came spanking across water
The wild duck, fracturing egg-zero,
Left her mother the snow in her shawl of stars
Abandoned her father the black wind in his beard of stars
Got up out of the ooze before dawn
Now hangs her whispering arrival
Between earth-glitter and heaven-glitter
Calling softly to the fixed lakes
As earth gets up in the frosty dark, at the back of the Pole Star
And flies into dew
Through the precarious crack of light
Quacking Wake Wake