I dreamed all the boats in the world had run aground,
the lakes vanished into hardpan, and the great migrations
of birds had strayed so far off track, there were lost birds
everywhere– one in my closet, nestled
with socks in the laundry. When I looked at him,
he looked back with hunted human eyes.
Then I was leading an ass in some diaspora,
up out of a mountain village, up over rocks
and red dirt. The children’s feet were bleeding
and I said to the donkey: Let me put the small ones
on your back. And the poor beast fell dead in its tracks —
another thing we had ruined.
* * *
Daybreak comes in scattered birdsong, low
sun on bronze ferns, the wild cinnamon
scent of a changing season. We move
in and out, protecting the flowerpots,
sealing the windows and doors. Save
for dreaming, we know how to shut things out.
By evening fires now, we watch
the ravages of a hot world and violent dying.
The network’s correspondent hunkers down
beside a nineteen-year-old girl in Syria. She
is cradling her automatic, intends to defend
to the death this colossal dustbin of bombed-out
nothingness — streets, buildings, everything that once made this
a city of the living. The two lie on a bed
of sandbags. Still we clink — as if to toast all that’s been lost
in a day’s time–bottoms-up to our neediness
to hear the anchor tell us how, for all the suffering, it’s not upon us
here, and nothing worse has happened — at least for now.
Marcia F. Brown is the author of four poetry collections and editor of the anthology Port City Poems, Contemporary Poets Celebrate Portland, Maine. From 2013 – 2015 she served as Poet Laureate for the City of Portland, Maine. Her book of essays and food writing, Well Read, Well Fed ~ A Year of Great Reads and Simple Dishes for Book Groups (Sellers Publishing 2015) was named a finalist for the 2016 Maine Literary Awards. She resides with her husband in Cape Elizabeth, ME where she has co-hosted the monthly reading series, Local Writers at The Local Buzz since 2011.
