We are reminded…
|National Poetry Month April 2020 Official Poster|
narrow as goat paths through the trees
to show me the strewn bones of a deer
nested in her shed shreds of fur,
almost golden, where some wood spirit
laid her to rest, and the coyotes
5and crows stripped her, leaving only
a hoof and furred knuckle intact
5among a clutter of collapsed ribs.
He shows me the clean white vertebrae,
the pelvis with its odd eye hole,
the knee still attached with some last rope
This is his find, stumbled on
and in his eleven-year-old mind knew
that this was the stuff of running
undone, something the receding snow
left for him personally, a sign
of winter’s weight.
We eye it together.
We go down on our knees to gather pieces
of the witchcraft mystery. The gray trees
around us are also bones that click
and chatter in the wet wind
of almost spring. The brown limpid eyes
are gone. The crumbling gnarl
of spine, once nerved and tremulous,
is now only a train wreck the grass
will hide in a month’s time. We feel
the doorway of earth opening.
We feel the thinness of our skins
and the prickling of short hairs rising.
We know what’s at the bottom of things,
how soon the mayflies will be dancing
their measured reels of the evening.
All day death hovered—
Coming through weeks of the gray of November—
Becoming the friend
Who would not last the year
Became a fuming of crystals
And polished obsidian.
And the scarred ice vanished
And the whitecaps foamed
Transforming to the delicate
Of summer dreamed
Purple evenings etched in shadow,
Of weather, season
After season drawn on the lens.
At the gateway between two mountains
That told us we were home—
His farmer’s trudge—
Bull shoulders, dexterous hands—
On life, on death,
And passing by.
|Rachael Ikins [photo provided]|
window-crack, licks lips
asphalt, and jump ropes.
Sickle moon swells.
single scarlet notes,
bleed into blue.
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Jennings and Ikins… what a way to start the 2020 April National Poetry Month!