POEM
One Morning
Emmy PerezYellow pines No ever no green except
where stems brown needles green I walk
on the wooden train The fall’s water you swam in
one cold morning What you braved That ice
path A horse fence Where fences are horses
with long hair I braid the tale of the fall of stables
Four paws touch dirt stirring
a flirt of sky a bundle of rare You bundle
into stables I open with sandy tongue
taste the grain of barkwater
I look at myself in
a mirror of weather
Rain trenzas Dirt cups us We drink
& spin like tornillos A swallow’s nest like an adobe
tornado Shit & mud & feathers & forming pitchfork claws
Eggshells gone We rest in the ocean smalls
the pink throat
The back door is also the front The only
smoke hole Feathers rise
& we follow
"One Morning" by Emmy Pérez from The Wind Shifts: New Latino Poetry, edited by Francisco Aragón. (Tucson: University of Arizona Press, 2007). Used by permission of the author.
Source: The Wind Shifts: New Latino Poetry (The University of Arizona Press, 2007)
Emmy Pérez is the author of Solstice (Swan Scythe Press). She has received poetry . . . MORE »
