By Drucilla Wall,
Erect blue towers on my body.
I lie low in sweet reflection,
to all my creatures give provision,
I layer the stone to mark the way.
At my edges leave your boot print.
Test my wetlands with your poisons
where the absent salamanders
follow with me to the river.
Light of weasel,
light of vole,
light of eagle,
trout, and otter–
All my wild geese sound the trumpet.
Regard your mother.
I will take
you down.
(Published in Open-Eyed, Full-Throated: An Anthology of Irish American Poets. Ed. Nathalie Anderson. Arlen House. Dublin, Ireland, 2019)