Into the Mystic

I became a bird,
just for a little while.
It wasn’t sorcery,
it was need, a whirling imperative
from or into the unknown,
or perhaps the broken skin
of a bared dream.
I became a bird
and flew up to gather clouds,
something in my tiny beating heart
compelled me to snip and collect
tufts of cloud and store them
in the sudden heart of winter,
or the balmy green crotch of summer,
it didn’t matter,
any season, as a storehouse, would do.
I pecked at clouds, scissored
my way through fibrous threads
of dream-spun cotton;
I collected with the savvy and hunger
of a living omen, a feathered portent,
and then I came back down to earth
and it was over.
I was human again.
All that was left as evidence
of my bird-life were several scattered feathers,
coarse black.
I picked one up
and used its inky edge
to scrawl a single word
on the singed pink of my forearm—
I looked up at the sky, the clouds.
Waited. And waited.
The rain didn’t come,
at least not right away.
When it did, it was accompanied
by peals of thunder
and blonde veins of lightning.
Then, the rain, a torrential squall
pouring down upon my head,
my skin,
and the feather in my hand,
recalling with lucid vividness
the time I had become a bird
for a little while
and left behind my forlorn humanity
to gather clouds
and store them
in seasons yet to come.

About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, spoken word performer, and playwright, John Biscello now lives in Taos, New Mexico. He is the author of three novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, and Nocturne Variations, and a collection of stories, Freeze Tag. His fiction and poetry has appeared in: Art Times, nthposition, The Wanderlust Review, Ophelia Street, Caper, Polyphony, Dilate, Militant Roger, Chokecherries, Farmhouse, BENT, The 555 Collective, Instigator, Brass Sopaipilla, The Iconoclast, Adobe Walls, Kansas City Voices, and the Tishman Review. His blog--Notes of an Urban Stray--can be read at Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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1 Response to Into the Mystic

  1. namelessneed says:

    Cool title

    Liked by 2 people

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