february 12, 2010
my stomach in a knot.
i’m trying to sew but this fabric is like sewing a sheet of feathers in a windstorm. tendrils of it everywhere. i’m wearing black so i look like i’ve been tarred and feathered.
it’s too quiet. that sickening kind of quiet just before the screaming starts.
Oh how beautiful the geese
in their tailspin near his mouth
the swollen gears arrowed
his canoe leaning length-wise
against the north side
all those Idaho winters peeling the exquisite paint
the whole lake swinging away
oh, dear, I've been napping while something is about to happen…
“the exquisite paint”
a Rebecca poem! on my blog!
thank you Rebecca! you wonder you.
Melissa, napping is just what i should have been doing, turns out.