- Two Poems
Miss Mary Mack Introduces Her Wings
My name is Miss Mary Mack Mack Mack
you sing it my name
I turned into a bluebird last summer, I flew
through all the south. My wings are blueand I touch the sky.
At first, I decided I was never coming back.
I took off my black housedress. I knew freedom
was not the act of flying but the steady beat of wings.
It was my steady black, blue and my blues were gone,
I wanted to be a bird and became. [End Page 771]
Miss Mary Mack Considers God
No fence at most plantations, I still watch
what I sing, but I sing.
I think God must be a field full of caws.
I know God can't have a man's eyesagainst a small body. There are no fencesbecause to run is to die, they must fly from here.
I think if God is a white man he sits low in his chairand won't but only sometimesmake eye contact with the angels.
God is two black children sitting under an old oak that has not had blood wiped on its bark. Is a Sunday spent in the sky. Where tracks cannot be tracked. [End Page 772]
Tyree Daye, author of River Hymns, is a poet from Youngsville, North Carolina, and most recently was awarded a 2019 Whiting Writers Award.