Traveler
--Devin Johnston
From the foot of Cotopaxi
and across the Gulf
a Blackburnian warbler
follows a pulse,
follows Polaris
and the Pole’s magnetic field
through travail
and travel’s long ordeal,
until he drops
to a black walnut’s
pinnate leaves
tossing like waves
in the North Sea
and glances toward
my lamplit, stationary world
of smooth planes:
against a cloud,
his throat’s flame.
No comments:
Post a Comment