Ghost of a Robin
Let’s call her Lucy—
On the skinniest branch
of a paper birch
where slender limbs spear the sky
a robin was
On the same day leaf buds
pulled back into their bracts
having tasted acid air
retreating from hard knocks
coming on from a diamond-glint summer
Only now suffering what past what future
will be will be
As if by plan the ghost of yesterday’s robin
lingers on the skinniest branch
toes clamped
I weave a needle into the gauze of day
and pluck it out again
Don’t you see? she said,
We all come from there—
stardust
—Margaret Koger
“Ghost of a Robin” is from If Seasons Were Kingdoms, Fernwood Press, Copyright © 2024 by Margaret Koger. Used by permission of Fernwood Press. All rights reserved. www.fernwoodpress.com. Photo by Daniil Komov, via Unsplash.
"We all come from there—"
This is such a lyrical and lovely poem! "I weave a needle into the gauze of day
and pluck it out again" So many great phriases woven into a song that makes me want to sing.