Bosque del Apache Wildlife Refuge

by

Pat Mora


if the earth's old bones smile
I hear them
in the hush of this greenless forest
shining up to the gray clump of salt cedar
to black swords of mesquite
to the grace of grasses, yellow, rust

if the earth's old bones smile

I hear them shining
to strange chirps and chatters
to strange birds with necks that flow and flow
Canadian geese, sandhill cranes
stirring the air, stirring the air
if the earth's old bones smile
I hear them shining
in pools, in the mallard's green shimmer
in the startled           FLAP
filling the blue with a whirl white
silent, vast
then dip of black tip
snow geese, snow geese
if the earth's old bones smile
I hear them
shining in the white of the majestic crane
the great Whoop
white neck flowing, flowing
into desert grasses
white flowing
into the smile of old bones.

From Communion by Pat Mora © 1991 Arte Publico Press
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