Loon
Olivia Peters-Rivera
I turn to watch:
a black lake, a loon
waxy mantle pebbled
with white speckled
plumage like grains
of chiseled ice
like rolling drops
of dew, like star-
spray in galaxies
or fields of tiny moons.
The loon’s wail cleaves
the night in two & mist
rises in rippling veils
over the darkest water.
Olivia Peters-Rivera
Olivia Peters-Rivera holds degrees in Anthropology and Literacy Studies. She directs a language program at a university in the swampy southeastern United States, and in her spare time enjoys being immersed in the wild, both urban and rural. Her work has recently been featured in Tiny Seed Literary Journal.