April 2020
/April famously is National Poetry Month; and in the world of the old normal, it was a month of special events and readings celebrating this art form we love. Perhaps, even more importantly - and now, poignantly so - it was a time of gathering and fellowship for poetry’s writers, readers, and listeners.
Poetry, of course, is with us every month of the year; and in this world we are coming to know as the new normal, poetry continues to provide balm and insight for one’s spirit just as much today as it did yesterday. That alone is reason enough to celebrate it now - no physical distancing required.
This month’s poet, Joan Alice Wood Kimball, carries readers out and away from the four walls of our quarantined abodes and into the osprey’s wild realm. Be well and know you are not alone.
Fish Eagle
by Joan Alice Wood Kimball
Sprawled on a rock I watch
the tree-walled pond
its commerce drenched
in heaven’s mirror.
An osprey mows the air
over and over
back and forth
across the still pool.
Head down
watching the dark water
over and over
she traces a grid
as regular as a chess board.
Over and over
patient as a grand master
then a hover
a check.
Fierce flight forward
driving aslant
she charges the surface
like a skipping stone.
Angling up
with a tail-jerking fish
in her talons
she climbs the air currents
levels off and lands
to work
over her prey
on the dead limb
of a living oak.
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––Earlier versions published 2004 in Avocet, & “Early Light” (Kelsay Books, 2019).
Joan Alice Wood Kimball has published several books of poetry, most recently Early Light (Kelsay Books, 2019). A founder of the Concord Poetry Center and a member of the Powwow River Poets, she also runs poetry workshops in Concord and Wayland. Her limerick, “Cold October,” is inscribed on granite in Edmands Park, Newton, MA.