It’s not the ghost of the poet or his sad wife in the tower by the rushing water that we are looking for: sensation, awareness, presence. No, that’s circumstantial. It’s a bird, a rare bird we are hoping to spot to rewrite the truth of being there. We are searching for the ageless bird that opened its own cage and now opens the cages of other birds. The uncaging bird that won’t be trapped in a bird guide or a poem.