SPIRIT

Puelche: A strong wind from the east in southern Chile that lasts between one and three days.

Sometimes I lie awake waiting for sirens. Sometimes 

what sounds like catastrophe is just the wind. 

On the other side of this night are the words 

no pasa nada which feels like all shall be 

well, yet all day I’m buffeted by the mighty 

rushing—think parted waters, prophets’ 


departures, tongues of fire—and the lake

makes oceanic waves. Trees bend but somehow

do not break. I have hated 

the wind (being already made of too much 

air), but my mother-body has been turning more 

earthen. Across the water—the unperturbed 

volcano with twin glacier-blue craters

I may never see. In centuries past 

the puelche signaled now is the time   

and the tribe traversed the cordillera. 

I once crossed a dry streambed, tripped, fell

prostrate, face on stone. It is still hard to believe 

all shall be well. How to hear the still and small 

beneath all this wailing. They say the spirit 

whispers, but maybe sometimes she screams.

Photo by Caleb Miller on Unsplash

Angela Bilger

Originally from Jacksonville, Florida, Angela Bilger is a classical musician living in the Chicago area with her husband and two children. Her work has been published in the Mid-American Review, Raleigh Review, Letters Journal, The Christian Century, the minnesota review, Dappled Things, Whale Road Review, Rust+Moth, and Psaltery & Lyre. She is currently a Masters of Divinity student at Bexley Seabury Seminary, an Episcopal seminary in Chicago.

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