My grandmother had a cuckoo clock that hung on the wall but never kept time. Yesterday I received word that Bluestem has included my poem “Story” in its nominations for the Pushcart Prize. The star of this poem is the cuckoo, what we call the rain crow here. It migrates to South America for the winter and returns here to North America to nest in the summer. While it is conscious of time by nature, the rain crow knows no borders. Its story is one to keep in mind.