Two Poems

by Kersten Christianson

The Eagle Has Landed

Or has it?
Neil Armstrong
was no bird

and to land
on an illuminated
rock 240,000 miles

away and claim
a step for men,
for mankind,

is to disregard
la luna’s silver
spoon,

her stretched
mark upon the tide
and kinship with women

who turn bright faces
to the sky and say, “Look up,
she glows!”

Love Song: Kingfisher

Although all birds aspire
to be birds, no bird
aspires to be a poet. –Mary Ruefle

I offer you sustenance,
wild salmon fry
from clear water

snug shelter carved
with my clawed toe
into the dirt dry bank

the tatter
of my staccato
call: sharp, protective

You may be Ceyx
to my Alcyone,
the good omen

of seven days of calm
on the flipped coin
sides of winter solstice.

Kersten Christianson is a raven-watching, moon-gazing Alaskan. When not exploring the summer lands and dark winter of the Yukon Territory, she resides in Sitka, Alaska with her husband and photographer Bruce Christianson, and daughter Rie. She earned her MFA in Creative Writing (Poetry) through the University of Alaska Anchorage in 2016. Kersten’s poetry collection titled Something Yet to Be Named (Aldrich Press) along with a chapbook titled What Caught Raven’s Eye (Petroglyph Press) are forthcoming in 2017. She blogs at www.kerstenchristianson.com