“The Architect” by Rachel Bryant

Oh, weaver bird!
You do not knit or sew,
But weave straw into houses.
You hang your golden pear apartments
On tree cities, in tree villages
High-rise lofts
Resting on yards of air
In a neighborhood where
Front doors are always open
And homes sway
With warm winter sands

Oh, avian architect!
You test the tensile
Strength of Earth’s hair
You unwind her, repurpose her
Resurrect her dead,
Collect her gilded kindling
And set it ablaze
In the dawn of each new day
Glittering baubles
Of elevated oases
Decorate an arid Arabia

 


 

Rachel Bryant

Rachel Bryant grew up in Florida, and is currently an MFA student and an English lecturer at a university in Saudi Arabia.

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