Avian

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( For Lawrence and Anna)

An hour ago

or maybe less, the air mellow,

you came into his arms

having shed your wings

on the kitchen floor.

 

And now you want to leave

spreading long-necked and arm-slender

(once again)

over your crinkled plumage of maps.

 

The first layer a continent,

the second its countries. The third and fourth,

their old cities — composed of bridges

basilicas, and boulevards, canals

harbors and hills opening

 into vineyards or gardens.  Just think

 

you have lived and loved

in some of these places

with each year’s migration —

their echo and scent in your bones,

(your delicate infrastructure).

 

And the rest

still waiting for you to come

in this life or the next.

 

But for now, he asks you to stay

shifting  from air to earth,

thermals to a thermos of coffee.

Outside, mallards swim on the lake.

The sun at soprano pitch

shattering cool water

into golden sparks. The light  and green of it,

a spring evening you haven’t seen together.

 

6 comments

  1. Wendy,

    “The first layer a continent,

    the second its countries. The third and fourth,

    their old cities — composed of bridges

    basilicas, and boulevards, canals

    harbors and hills opening

    into vineyards or gardens.”

    Oh my, I could spend a lifetime in those lines.
    Beyond beautiful, beyond magical. I love it.

    Happy Easter!

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  2. In the lines Sarah quoted I am reminded how sometimes on TV the camera view starts at orbital height before steadily zooming in to the scene of the action. I can imagine it would be difficult to trade wings for arms and Air for Earth without longing for the former existence. For that matter, any major change cannot be made without lingering thoughts of what went before.

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  3. Hi Sarah

    So glad you enjoyed this poem and ,in particular, those lines! As inferred by the dedication, this is about a couple I know in real life. The woman, to whom, the poem is addressed, is a beautiful person who has been a traveler and gypsy -free spirit most of her life. It is hard for her to settle down or stay rooted for any long period of time in a place or even a relationship. We’re are all different with our needs and spiritual or emotional make-up. However, it made for an interesting poem. Again many thanks!

    Hi Craig

    Thank you for reading and commenting on this poem. As always, I appreciate the time you take to read and review my work!

    Hi Michael,

    You make some very interesting points here. And yes, “What came before” always seems to haunt the present, one’s mood, motivation etc. In this case, the character ( in real life)stayed for awhile and then left, off to another adventure and unknown place. Thank you so much for sharing your keen perspective and taking an interest in this poem. I sincerely appreciate it!

    My very best to everyone,
    please take care,
    Wendy

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  4. And the rest

    still waiting for you to come

    in this life or the next.

    Love these lines. A free soul reaching for a new and distant tomorrow. Dee

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  5. Hi Dee

    Love your viewpoint here and yes, ” a free soul, ” indeed, “reaching for a new and distant tomorrow”. Lovely way of putting it. Thanks so much for reading and sharing your ideas. I really appreciate it!

    My Best,
    Wendy

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