“nestlings” and “vivid as a dream” by Aaron M. Moe

 
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nestlings

 

       for David Anthony Martin*

 

slowly—ever so slowly

      edging the lens

 

             between the foliage

      of our hanging geranium plant

 

in which a pair of house finches

   nested for a second spring in a row

 

        laying seven eggs this year

             though we found one

 

                   smattered on the steps below

                         a day before they hatched

 

                    pink aliens?—yes

              but on day three

 

         it seemed the nest

    cradled a raw heart

 

         pumping with the pulsations

               of six chambers

 

                                    a bulbous mass

                                          manifesting

 

                                      on a different scale

                                 a zygote

 

                 whose hunger flutters

            toward flight

 

vivid as a dream

 

                  i remember

              decades ago

 

        being at a zoo in a city

    (its name long forgotten)

   

         a few feet back

             from the bulletproof glass

 

                            holding a silverback

                                      who slammed

 

                                                his palms all

                                           along that barrier

 

                                    up and down

                             with deafening blows

 

             until he whirled around in the straw

        locked his eyes with my eyes

 

   and flung

        snap pea

 

              after snap pea

                   into his mouth

 

                          never looking at the straw

                        nor at a single snap pea

 

                 nor at his fingers

           never looking away from my stare

 

      snap pea after snap pea

           flung from those powerful hands

 

                          his eyes holding me hostage

 

                                staring me down

                           staring me down

*David Anthony Martin is the founder and editor of Middle Creek Publishing and Audio. To learn more about this print and to submit your work for consideration, please visit https://www.middlecreekpublishing.com/.

 

About Aaron M. Moe
He/Him/His

Aaron M. Moe is the author of the book of poems, exhalations (June, 2021), and two scholarly monographs—Ecocriticism and the Poiesis of Form: Holding on to Proteus (2019) and Zoopoetics: Animals and the Making of Poetry (2014)—along with several chapters and articles on ecopoetics / zoopoetics. In 2015, he published a leaflet of aphorisms, Protean Poetics. His creative work can also be found in Counterclaims: Poets and Poetries, Talking Back (2020) and is forthcoming in the projects The Mountain: An Anthology and The Despairimentalist Manifesto.

He and his family live near the foothills of the Colorado Rockies where they hike, climb, run trails, and write.

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