Jose A. Alcantara

And I Will Make You Fishers of Men

Late afternoon storm passing over Alovord Playa, east of Steen Mountains.

 

He hovers twenty feet above the pond 

his white breast flashing between wings 

beating not nearly fast enough to hold him aloft 

though they do, his body hanging there 

as though on a cross – three, four, five seconds 

until he drops like a lead‐blue arrow 

the kerplunk carving a hole in my chest 

big enough for a god to squeeze through.

Jose A. Alcantara lives in western Colorado. His poems have appeared, or are forthcoming, in The Midwest Quarterly, Spoon River Poetry Review, Sixfold, Palimpsest, and 99 Poems for the 99%.  He was a 2013 Fishtrap Fellow and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize.