Bird Companions by Joanne Arnott
by Steven McCabe
As I lie here hour after hour, I seem to enter
the wild pastimes of the cliff, and to become
a companion of the cormorants and crows.
–J.M. Synge, “The Aran Islands”
i. fish
heron stepping long-legged & slow
along the shoreline
sharp-eyed observer of all that flows
below the river surface
a quick darting response, immersing
your head to claim
this fish’s life
for your own
then, head aloft again
you strike a calm, calm & stately, pose
becoming airborne
is always a challenge, with those
broad blue wings & fine walking limbs
& graceful neck
to organize everything
& launch skyward
is difficult, yet daily you accomplish
the task
you do fly with poise & strength
& build a sturdy nest among the trees
ii. delta
river winds across land
gathering clay & soil & seed
building a delta that opens wide
a lush expanse
where red-winged blackbird stays
to sing
all year
the geese & duck arrive
& they leave
arrive
& they leave
return
& then they leave again
season follows season
year after year they make their path
of wide world migrations
& they do stop by me
they do
to rest & feed
but only for a little while
iii. fish
struck by heron’s bill
& caught
lifted dripping from my home
into the sky i go
will i be swallowed?
will i slide all the way along
the inside of that neck
come to rest
deep within
become one
with the heron?
or will i topple to the side
fall from a high place
torn?
iv. delta
a wide orchestral interplay
of water & wild flower
mud & tough, tall grass
the songs of the birds & the frogs
liven our hearts
Joanne Arnott is a Metis poet living on Canada’s west coast.
Great series, wonderful motifs, loved the image following “of wide world migrations”
thank you Pierre for your thoughts.