THE
BLUE HERON
from a distance
like a boulder, balanced on a boulder
shadowless
slaty clouds
thick with rain
belie twilight
delineation of land
from sky, from water
until distance breached
and long-billed profile revealed.
faint rumbling
suspends stillness.
gusts rouse whitecaps,
rustle leaves,
fan feathers;
rises on rod-like legs
spreads wings
spanning height of man.
veers along shoreline
to rock protruding
from lakebed
resumes posture on haunches
exposes billed silhouette;
keen right eye surveils
rocky sandy terrain
no longer submerged;
habitat threatened
by encroaching man.
Barbara Janusz
SAHARAN WILDERNESS
caravan of Land Rovers
follows band of asphalt;
horizon -
a liquefied mirage;
wind-swept grains of sand
cut loose from dunes
- snow drifts
as in black and white snapshot;
winds its way
through Saharan escarpment;
palm tree grove
- first clue
sweet water sanctuary
tamed centuries past
into sculpted sandstone hermitage.
weight of world upon shoulders,
tricked by Hercules
- over three golden apples
Atlas
- progenitor
ancient tribe of Berbers,
like Cain, Jesus
ordained to suffer
relentless desert sun
patriarchal fatigue;
to seek redemption
beneath stance of weight-bearing mythic hero
into caverns,
where women - life-bearers
take up the cross
as hewers of sustenance
in Saharan wilderness.
Barbara Janusz
BOUNDARIES
We four girls played
out of father's range of vision;
black and white footage
Hitler exhorting lebensraum
antisemitism, anti-Slav;
volume high
to aid in comprehension
British accented commentary
punctuated by machine gun fire.
Churchill, Roosevelt, Stalin
shoulder to shoulder at Yalta;
men on tanks waving
crowds lining streets,
lined with rubble
bullet-riddled tenements;
emaciated concentration camp inmates
black and white striped garb
besieged by barbed wire.
Passing platter of roasted chicken
dziekuje, dziekuje,
pronunciation practiced;
heroic patriotic slant
recounted horrors
in thick foreign tongue
spoken compulsorily
honed Saturday mornings
in Polish school.
Born in peacetime
to union blessed through holy sacrament;
every Sunday
vows affirmed
amidst congregation
collectively scarred
bound through ethnicity;
boundaries
like fences,
separate neighbour from neighbour.
Labelled - nongeneric
We pretended, played
out of father's range of vision.
Barbara Janusz
WAR
War
reverse consonants
read "Raw
hands swathed in blood-soaked rags
sift through rubble
skin on fingers shredded
ears catch drone of bomber
like bird of prey
eyeing, swooping,
dropping
death, destruction
Back to War
add "saw"
Warsaw
on bank of Vistula
black and white photos
Old Town - before and after
reconstructed
brick by brick
beneath Red Banner
bearing hammer and sickle.
Drop "saw"
add "Cold"
Cold War
purple wreaths
on doorstep of Holy Cross Church
propagate martyrdom
of Father Popieluszko
efface genocide
of non-combatant young males
in East Timor, Kosovo....
Drop Cold
add "New"
New War
old slogan - Holy War
usurped by Crescent from Cross
Crusade in reverse
Rift
depth of Millennium
skin deep
colour of skin.
Barbara Janusz