right hand pointing

 

 

G a b r i e l l e   C a m p a g n a n o

 

Self-Portrait as Noah’s Raven
 

I was sent out

To tap the earth

 

With my beak

On shallow river

 

I was sent out

From a window

 

With red berries

Holed in my mouth

 

For September,

For dry ground

 

I was sent out

To curve my wings

 

The sky nodded

Not knowing

 

How unkind

The new world

 

Was, dirty

I was sent out

 

Before anyone

Worth saving