Knowing

and when you ask me
how I know what I know,
what to do and where to go,
the black ibis rise in an instant,
in one glorious symphony
from the still waters,
and head somewhere
into the fading light;
a black ribbon changes shape
with every passing moment
in the melting blue,
floating into and with
the uncertainty and certainty
of yet another triumphant night,
and one more blessed day,
proclaiming my place
in the family of things
that are born to be wild.