Beyond the batture, banks, red and greenshanks,
there is no time to notice
or study my reflection, fluid tremors, wavering,
as I collect river water in vessels,
puckered, weather-beaten, hands wrinkled irrevocably,
obvious as birds unable to fly.
Yoked, I carry the burden, a liquidity of ounces,
the basis of everything living.
Gina Ferrara lives in New Orleans. Her poems have appeared numerous journals including Dovecote, The Poetry Ireland Review and Tar River Poetry. She has four poetry collections: Ethereal Avalanche (Trembling Pillow Press), Amber Porch Light (Word Tech Communications), Fitting the Sixth Finger (Kelsay Books) and Weight of the Ripened (Dos Madres Press).