- Aubade: Amman
Wasps lap the olive pits as light into the small yard enters
the tree—the half-bloomed branches of tree—
delivering the sunbird
delivering light’s dull splinter: that stick
insect unclasped from above the nest of paper and cloth, then dropped
in an open beak. Safe
in his crib, our son has not yet woken. I hear the bird
outside: I know her pearl-gray belly; the metallic green
alighting her mate’s rough throat. She sounds
distressed. Waiting for someone to call my name, I have no words for
what I feel—a flash
and my child will stand
full-grown before me, and the man I’ve loved so long will be
breathless. I still myself; I listen—think of the sunbird carving, above wooded Ajloun, [End Page 133]
night’s wintry air, gliding her back to our small yard, back to the olive tree
she resettles each spring, as if to attest—with orange scraps of song—that
silence is counterfeit, that light will return and rise, sloughing its previous form for the next. [End Page 134]
Shara Lessley is the author of Two-Headed Nightingale. Her poems have recently appeared in New England Review, the Missouri Review, the Cincinnati Review, Gulf Coast, and 32 Poems, among others. A recent resident of the Middle East, she is the 2014 Mary Wood Fellow at Washington College.