Tuesday, July 16, 2024

Desert Wings

 

Before the purpling of the sky,

a Great-tailed Grackle

bemoaned the heat

with open mouth.

 

He was gone

before the dust storm blew

across the lawn

turning it, and us, ashen.

 

There were no bells,

no ceremony.

Only this: dead

voices

 

rising

like motors running

from somewhere in the deep

 

stirring memories

of my bare feet

in the sand,

 

my hands lifting

shells from the shore

for a backward listen.

 

How different it all was back then.

 

But it wasn’t, was it?

Life has always been

roiling about us

in the mix of the fair

and the foul.

 

Did we just let

all that darkness take over,

choking everything

in toxic grip?

 

Did we just ignore it,

hoping the tide would go

just as it came?

 

Even so,

what I know now

I will not remain

perched to repeat,

 

she-grackle,

small and brown,

mouth open in the heat,

shaking sand

from my unfolding wings.

 

 

© 2024 Jennifer Wagner

 

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Since birds have no sweat glands, we often see Great-tailed Grackles walking about with their mouths open to cool down in the AZ summer heat.

 

8 comments:

  1. That is interesting about the grackle. I didnt know that. I love this poem, Jennifer, especially its closing lines. And the question: was it always like this? Maybe so, though it feels more concentrated these days. Hard to unfurl our wings in the heaviness of it all. But I admire the courage in trying. Smiles.

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  2. I had never considered how birds might cool themselves except flying, I suppose. Land o' Goshen, I learned something today. :-) Your poem ebbs and flows like a weather pattern, or a societal sickness, or ultimately a defiant sense of stubborn optimism. That's the part I like best.

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  3. I love the depth of description and emotion you have expressed here. Both delicate and strong - Jae

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  4. Your poem holds so much power and truth. Perhaps we will awaken and breathe new life into a world that is determined to repeat the darkest of history. Great writing!

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  5. Love the images in this and the way you draw me into it. Great writing

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  6. Heavy with meaning, adept with imagery, rich in texture, all that I've come to expect from your beautiful poetry, Jen. I especially loved "lifting
    shells from the shore
    for a backward listen" --- What a stunningly brilliant description.

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  7. This captivated me from the beginning. Power and truth.

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  8. Those last two stanzas are truly beautiful.

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Thank you for your thoughts!