Janet Mary Zylstra
Visitor - Poem by Janet Mary Zylstra
He came from the west
Ebony wings gliding
Upon the Surazon.
A silhouette at noon
In a pale sky above a sapphire sea.
He came from the islands,
Vertebrae on the spine of the horizon.
He was weary
And carried the weight of exhaustion
In his feathers.
He stretched his legs,
Groping for a perch on the rolling ship
Oblivious, in his need for rest,
To the noise of engines and smell
Reassured by the solidity
Beneath his feet.
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