Note from Amelia: An early part of the apparitions project involved collecting the poetry and photography of other talented writers and artists to share as part of a greater anthology. This component of the project didn't quite come together for many reasons, but I wanted to share the finest work Jonathan and I received as part of our celebration of the book's publication and this incredible year of poetry. I'll be sharing this spring and summer series alphabetically by last name, beginning with my college friend and fellow poet, Michelle Biller, whose moving piece, "Buteo," was my favorite submission:
Maybe I’m a hawk.
After all, I seldom find
Indicated comfort in others
As my complicated wildness is (at best)
A solemn affair.
I reign Queen of Solitary Perches
Whether I should scale
Summit Longing or Summit Security
As I rule my wind-bounced sanctuaries.
But in order to save myself
From what I proclaim unholy,
I am sky-climbing and altitude-diving:
A blistering accuracy
And an acute sense of purpose.
I am the Stranger,
I am the Seer,
I am the Sage.
And oh, to see me soar.
"Buteo," copyright 2022 Michelle Biller