Ichthys
M F Drummy
i
What is left
of a robin’s egg
on a May morning
that would fit snug
on the tip
of your pinkie.
ii
Arising,
at midday,
from the garbage disposal:
blended scent of lemon &
fresh garlic,
& on the nearby cutting board:
thick-sliced tomatoes
with mozzarella,
chopped basil,
a small clear bowl of
extra virgin olive oil.
iii
The soft-offness of
an overripe apple,
cut up
in the afternoon,
untamed texture on
the tongue,
a little spitty.
iv
On the sidewalk,
reflection off
a neighbor’s window
at sunset,
hovering in
the pale shade
of a flowering
crabapple tree:
the parabolic fish,
perfect in every way,
unmistakable,
as though carved
from consciousness
into pure light.
M F Drummy holds a PhD in historical theology from Fordham University. His work has appeared, or will appear, in Allium, [Alternate Route], Anti-Heroin Chic, DarkWinter, Deal Jam, Emerge, Heimat Review, Last Leaves, Main Street Rag, Marbled Sigh, Meetinghouse, Muleskinner, Poemeleon, The Word’s Faire, Winged Penny Review, and many others.