Wednesday, September 7, 2022

Poem: Eye of the Loon

Eye of the Loon

From the Miocene, thirty seven million years of primal memory

Tell me, that I am survival.
Convergent  from strong gulls, hesperornithes, grebes,…

Black, white and gray, I am. Red-eyed Gavia, I am.

Densely-boned Great Northern diver, I am.

Webbed feet propel. Teeth on tongue, mouth, pointing rearward,

As I impale and swallow fish underwater, to feed my family,

In their shore nests on coasts, lakes and inland reservoirs.

Agile in water and air, I am, though legs set far back slow my walk.

My summer eyes are red, my winter eyes, gray.

I see above water, below water.  I see you well.

I call out to warn.  Laughing, with mighty wings spread, I lash water,

Do not come close, I say. This is mine.  I am lord of this lake,

And I will fight all, fiercely, to keep it.

At night, I sing mournfully, pridefully. Welcoming my kind.

When gathered, you call us an “asylum”,

But I say, in the midst of family, we are invincible,

I say, in the midst of family,

We reign…

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Annette Pisano-Higley is a Registered Nurse living in both Albany and Florida. She is a published song-lyricist and published a book of her original Adirondack poetry, with photography by her husband Walter Higley, Adirondack Echoes, available on Amazon.com. Annette’s book was inspired by their idyllic summers at the beloved family Camp on Limekiln Lake, Inlet, in the beautiful New York State Adirondack Park.


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