Aunt Wilma’s Voice
Aunt Wilma’s voice had wings within it. They
Were all the species she had known on Cape
Canaveral—and others. The array
Included hummingbirds, their whirring shape,
The shimmer of the nightingale and lark.
In church her throat contained the sight of sea
Birds on Canaveral’s shore, yet sang the arc
Of osprey’s soar—She sang the apogee.
Her singing cast its sound aloft like birds
In vast migration and then found the deeps
That flying fish flash over. There were words
Of course and these became arced eagles’ sweeps.
..She sang “The Holy City” and the fires
….Winged up and hovered with the angel choirs.