The stunning work of “Aviary,” is that the poems resist a conclusive logic in much the same way as you would imagine birds do. After all, if birds aren’t real then how can they follow reality?
This poem I think toes the line between having a concrete line it wants the reader to acknowledge, to know, and teasing us along this line until we end at the final lyrics of the poem, “how often you may visit the future, if invited, already, to fill those gaps.” These jettison me from a comfortable landing, and instead, immediately, ask me: what gaps are between here and my visit to the future? Please, Genevieve Kaplan; please, Aviary, explain as little as you wish.
If anyone is to ask, by Genevieve Kaplan