Turkey buzzard guards this delta from fence post perch to where Salt River runs to meet Eel & both snake as one to sea.
Who salted that river with her tears? & why did she weep as her gaze turned to where it ran to join the mouth calling itself home singing itself to the sea?
Only the buzzard calls back from his fence post waiting on those for whom we weep guarding their secrets with his never-ending hunger for what the river doesn’t carry out to sea.
Adrienne Veronese
This article appears in Fire Alarm.
I don’t read the North Coast Journal very often. However, I did read your poem and of the few of your poems that I have read, this one is my favorite – it’s mood … sentiment… imagery … metaphors … and accessibility to the reader. The feeling I had after reading … it made me think of Edna St. Vincent Malay and her poem, “What lips these lips have kissed and where and why.” A sad but realistic remembrance of time/life passing, coupling the human experience – it’s emotion and anatomy – with Nature metaphors.
There is a lot packed into this short but perfectly concise and moving – like tears to a mouth or rivers to a sea – poem.
Beautiful!