At the top of a silvered utility pole
riddled with woodpecker holes
and vertical splits is a foot long stick
bolted upright to the side and
crowned by a brown ceramic insulator.
A third of the way down the pole
two red-capped downy woodpeckers
“kerChup, kerChup, kerChup!” at each other
Are they quarreling? Trading gossip?
Or like us are they proclaiming
“I’m alive! So are you!”