tickering, skittish
then purling to trees tiny with trills
hilo de agua…
kew! indigenous knowledge pale bluish
or greenish egg compact
nest of rootlets
Greet me Bees rats
We’ve been called in to the visible world
We’ve been called in
Sombrita
de fieltro
chalice of petals
Two birds are lost in my breast loose trill
lined with grasses or hair
parallel knowledge
flash in flight Aire voluto…
And the waves my only treasure
va y va
- Marcia Casey
Marcia Casey lives in Wilson and teaches poetry workshops at C-V Ranch. This poem is a “cento” composed of lines gleaned from field guides, poetry, texts on ethno-ornithology, and first-hand observation.
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