Out Of Thin Air

 

Signs come out of nowhere 
like the small dark bird that fell 
out of the night sky to the gray 


stoop of our mother’s grieving 
house, the heart-shaped fold of 
its wings illuminated in the soft


porch light. Mourning husband, 
father, grandfather, we gathered 
around the mysterious shape, 


holding its presence, circling 
the tangle of feelings hardened 
between us, unable to find 


words through the language of
grief. Keeping vigil, we heard 
its name sung out of thin air. 


Catbird. Slowly, we began to 
mimic each other’s voices, not 
with words, but with song. 

Chera Van Burg

Chera Van Burg writes about our physical, psychological, and spiritual connection with the natural world. She was a finalist for the 2022 Hal Prize, and her poems have recently appeared in Canary—A Literary Journal of the Environmental Crisis, Moss Piglet, and Peninsula Pulse. She has a doctorate in psychology, and produced the award-winning film, Call of Life, on the drivers of the current mass extinction crisis, including the cultural and psychological underpinnings. 

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