A Raven Returns to the Salton Seaby Jeffrey AlfierTravertine Point, Santa Rosa Mountains Your flight runs the girth of human fables scrawled dark on some Medieval palette. One tale even swears when God fixed the sun to burn in the incompressible night, the ravens saw Icarus in His thoughts. Now you skim this raw and un-fabled wind. Welcome back. You may resume surveillance over hawks you hope leave you the road-kills. Maybe you'll relieve a wren of its wings, its bantam shadow now clutching the earth. © 2008 by Jeffrey Alfier. All rights reserved. |