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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4519 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Divining the Days Janis (Carole MacRury) Mid-day, numbering twelve, a gathering of neckless apostles, thin legs spiked to the ground – stand hunched in the empty field beside my house, wings wrapped in blue-vested silence. There is a dry mist of sawdust, the scent of cedar, of pine, and in the distance, the faint whine of buzz-saws clearing land alongside the rookery. Later, I watch as they languorously wade, lifting first one leg, then the other, then freeze-frame — long necks outstretched like divining rods to summon and spear small fish. At dusk, with you no longer here, I fold into my fears; watch as great blue heron wings unfurl, fly towards home, brave necks curled against a leeward wind. |
