Poetry at Sangam

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NEGATIVE CAPABILITY by Zilka Joseph

the wind has blown you here again            brought you              to my deck 

oh white-crowned sparrow                         trill trill trill             your striped head 

appeared 
from sunflower seed husks 
moldy leaves that look 
like burned 
remains 
                                                                   pick-pick-picking      scratch-scratch-scratching 

clawed feet                                                 kick high fast            glean gold

what a stench                                              rises                          from these soggy piles 

cold Michigan is just waking                     clouds thunder          so dreary yet you
return
to feed to revel in the                                 mess of rot                 and dirt

to chase                                                      
house sparrows and juncos                        how the cardinal        the red-winged 

blackbird give you                                     grief                           still they cannot     

phase you 
for a few days oh winged visitor
I will claim you who are like one             who crosses                 back from another           

realm 
what’s left                                                 to know but the            unknown                                                     
arrival                                                        departure                      arrival                                                    
departure                                                   oh yes a world              can fall apart
in an instant                                               see how flesh               dissolves
look 
                                                                  the wind whips             my brown feathers 

hungry I scrabble pick                              what remains then          for us                                          

open sky sun                                             so night comes                stars wheel 

we spiral higher
become air

is this
the bird way

 

 

ZILKA JOSEPH