a collection of ponderingsA Poem by Alexis RaineUpon pondering the crow who
studied me with glass masquerade eyes Leaves hang heavy on drooping branches in humid summer air, inspiring
hackneyed existentialist revelations. There are too many here, maple, birch,
cedar, pine, saturating the earth, overlaying life and all color until
everything is lost in the ordinary. A juvenile crow waltzes around the base of
an oak tree, seeking prey in the same ancient cracks in weathered bark. Bony
talons brush the earth until forked tracks have become ingrained in soil.
Bottomless eyes scan hazy foliage until they cross and become hazed over
themselves, and the crow dances more frantically until he reaches his starting
point. He shakes his head and glances at the sky. His dance begins again. Tomorrow we will all breath in green
haze, man made now, because we must keep the illusion of life even after everything
has withered away to other lands, lands where blue skies swallow sallow dry
landscapes and the air draws moisture from bones, bleaching them brilliant
white. I wish that the bats who
attacked you weren’t so small, because then they would have given you a
concussion, and an excuse. Behind my house, there are squirrels
as big as puppies. Someday, I will capture one and mail it to you so that you might
enjoy a squirrel of unusual size too. I’ll send Band-Aids, because that
squirrel will probably bite you, and it will be your fault. When we were six, I
tried to teach you that. I tried to teach you that squeezing adorable things
with teeth is a bad idea, but you never learned, and I chipped a tooth on your
bracelet. In our river, there is a place where
two 16 year old boys drowned. My neighbors fished one of them up in 1979. I
don’t have any pictures, but I thought you would like to know. I thought you
would like to know that actions have consequences. Behind the playground, the place
where you came back to earth is still indented with your shape and soaked with
your nose-blood. That tree tipped you over backwards. It was maybe six feet
down. You landed on your knees and how you managed to break your nose is beyond
me. But I warned you about that. I warned you about that so many times. I remember when you almost got hit
by that car. You didn’t look before leaping, well, you never look, but this
time it was physical, you running into the street. Death tried to kiss you at
45mph, but you jumped away and hit hot pavement with a wish and a giggle. Once, we went skiing down my
basement stairs on cardboard and sleeping bags because you said your best
friend had done it and it was fun. I wanted to kick you for saying that, but
you beat me to it later when your shadow was flickering in a strobe light as
you turned cartwheels and somersaults and I was gasping for breath on the
floor. I think you almost broke my sternum. And I’ve come to the conclusion that
you are kind of stupid. © 2012 Alexis RaineAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAlexis RaineAboutYou can call me Roo, or any variation upon my name. I live in a land of trees, where it is possible to drown by just looking at the sky. I enjoy writing, mostly prose, and some screenplays. I al.. more..Writing
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