fieldcorn along the Platte
edge of the solstice in spring
Even we, multiplied and divided
forage for sustenance among dry stalks
Ten million years taking turns on the drafts
twenty at a time from Mexico to Siberia
moving forward to return
We rise to our height in years
hovering now at fifty percent elevation
Restless redheads
with a penchant for wetlands
they’ve made it this far by sticking their necks out and dancing
Now empty nesters
we grasp each other’s drafts to stay aloft
Balancing in shallow water
they rest, digest meals, miles
avoiding aggression to protect progression
We jump in the deep
splashing our way to the other side
They rise suddenly from predators, the entire sky, applause
such sequential stirring upward
tipping the world
We recognize such commotion
our souls sometimes flutter from our bodies
They land near every year
Calling us with familiar voices
vibrating us like strings of violins
Here in Kansas, we migrate from spring to winter and back
from tallgrass to liquid
our edges, feathers
~K. L. Barron
K.L. Barron writes in the Flint Hills, the rolling interior contours of the creative mind. Her work has been published in New Letters, The Bennington Review, The Little Balkans Review, terrain.org. etc., & anthologies. She teaches writing at Washburn University and is currently writing a novel set in the Sahara.
Stephen Meats, recently retired from teaching and administration at Pittsburg State University, is the author of a mixed genre collection of poems and stories, Dark Dove Descending and Other Parables (Mammoth Publications, 2013) and a collection of poems, Looking for the Pale Eagle (Woodley Press, 1993; expanded edition, Mammoth Publications, 2014). His poems, stories, and scholarly writings have appeared in numerous print and online publications, including more than two dozen articles on Whitman, Faulkner, and other writers in The Literary Encyclopedia. He has been poetry editor of The Midwest Quarterly since 1985. For his Kansas Time + Place guest editorship, in addition to poems with Kansas associations, he asked contributors to submit work dealing with shore birds and water birds, if moved to do so, in recognition of his and his wife Ann’s recent move to Florida.
Good seeing your work–and your face–again, Karen. Yes, this is another good poem. 🙂
Thanks, Lindsey. Always good to hear from you!