Thursday, March 28, 2013

*


Gone From Me



Yesterday,
in dreaming,
the Ivory-billed woodpecker
came back
again.

He was
simply there 
stationed in the
bottom-lands
visible from my
cabin window
 rap-rap,
rap-rap,
rap-rapping
into loblolly,
 sweet gum, and laurel oak, 
beckoning the Savannah River,
the Okefenokee,
the Isle of Caroline. 
Beckoning me.

My elusive bird.
out from the Bayou Sara,
we were lone
as one
sending to
and fro 
some conjoining 
code of heart
asway 
in the swampy hammock,
timing to hear
a  toilless double knock
covering the soil-less
water soaked 
terrain of the 
tupelo,
the cypress,
the cottonwood 
nestling, toggling long
their courses, settling 
gaps and notes between. 

 © Teresa A. Price

*Ivory-billed Woodpecker by Theodore Jasper, from Studer's Popular Ornithology

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