The robins flicker among tight knit
branches of conifers,
and the blue jays are barking.
What they’re saying,
we’ll never know.
My grandmother’s mind is splitting
into fragments--a supernova, the
scattering of stars.
The doctors assured us that
we would have more time.
More time to remember,
to help her remember.
Grandma waters her lilies,
but it’s the end of November,
and the flowers wither and die
in front of us.
What time is it in space?
The forest falls quiet,
the sky pulls the blankets over the land,
needles drop from the ponderosa,
and all that’s left
is my grandmother
and her robins.
Clara MacIlravie Canas is a Salvadoran-American writer, poet, and graduate student working on her Master’s degree in English Literature at the University of South Dakota. Her creative work has appeared or is forthcoming in multiple literary journals including the Three Peaks Review, Sylvia Magazine, Santa Clara Review, and the South Dakota State Poetry Society. Clara enjoys aimlessly wandering alongside the Missouri River, reading, and staring at birds from outside of her apartment window with her demonic kitty, Clover.
