Poetry

Pilot by Christopher McCarthy


Clip wings
claw wind
wind a fjord
where sea once flooded.

Track shadow
shift fog beneath
painted snow
stony mouths.

Tail birds
measure clouds
by their beaks
scale the mountain.

See no angler
do no fishing
birds over water
dive in the sky.

Black chert face
wax eyelids shut
say Christ
a ladder to heaven.

Break granite wings
tuck stones
under tongue
drop.