Wednesday
Sep142011

Zoomorphic

Chloe Martinez




In the tenth year, she disappeared.
No warning, the mail uncollected,

the potted plants dying on the front porch
until neighbors rescued them,

phone messages answered with silence.
There were rumors that she had settled

in a rainy climate. Or else near the sea.
Some said she had mastered the art

of zoomorphic calligraphy, and could write
prayers into lions, poems into hawks,

and the ninety-nine names of God
into the shape of the stork that flies

to the Holy Land. That makes pilgrimage.