we ferry brackish routes to Sapelo trade winds shackle
sugar cane & sea island cotton quicklime slaked to mortar
the dead face Mecca Moorish traces
Baptist churches men / women sit left / right Hog Hammock
segregation cows / pigs / horses wild on the beach
air buoyant & sprung unable to hold these histories I move
wave rhythms Gullah-Geechee tones tabby ruin crumble
the ferry sounds its horn only transit off or on
unless (egret / pelican / stork
alight the sky wing beats)
you can fly
scenery drawl spanish moss draped limbs
sandspurs stuck to my crocs (georgia cowgirl) cochlear sting
mosquito operatics ready beaks, dippers to my red
bird (what is your name?) with ventriloquist tendencies
