Bubble

Walking through the park, I saw a grackle ferrying a
bubble in its beak as it flew to the tree top where
maybe sat its nest which needed patching, a
touch here or there—how to patch with a
bubble? I asked—then saw it was a rag
of plastic wrapping like from a Camel
pack and felt grateful, a first, to the
cigarette packaging, as if even
the mosquito can be useful
or maybe they could sell
the packs empty or
thank goodness
one bit of life,
one good
thing.