"Having passed April's low hurdles, I feel you like a corner."
--Maureen Thorson, "Rocking the Pathetic Fallacy"
There were further portents
Like Jane Eyre's split oak
Jung's split table when he split with Freud
Johnny Cash cracking the ceiling with his thought vibrations
The family photo falling off the wall
One plant growing tall, the other stunted
One year, I carried a blue rock with me everywhere
or green-- the rock was green
I can feel it in my palm
hidden in my coat pocket
when I had to be on a bus
in a city alone
on the way to a job
but holding my power
in my little raccoon hands on the bus
In other years,
the presence on the ceiling
the dream of someone throwing a baby
someone catching it
The door ajar
How many more Easters do we have together?
It depends what you mean by we/ by together
The baby slouches in his stroller in a red hoodie,
the velcro of one red sneaker undone, as is his preference
tousled brown hair,
gold in it in the
He is tired
covers his ears when a siren goes by a few blocks away
makes a gesture when he wants another ice cube
fingertips of each hand to the thumb, tapping his hands together
This is a person doing the hard work of understanding more words
than he is able to speak
There's a grace to how he's doing it
dress a decoy of a boy so the gods or devils don't know where he lives
or know where he lives.
daimons, not demons my motto.)
A few people in the neighborhood look at him appreciatively, slouched there,
cooler than Iggy Pop.
"Man is together," one woman even says (or something like that).
We will make our own luck.
Nobody here but us chickens.