The Same Thing

“Light Guy” by Ronny LeCheminant

Wolves flank the  scattered  few  who can’t keep up  with  migration
while the rest continue westward as if nothing had been taken from
them.  Then  there  are  horses  refusing  to  save   themselves   from
stable  fire.  By   the  river,  a  family  divvies  up  ashes.  At  home,  a
family  forgets  where  it  put  them.  A  copperhead  curls  motherly
around  a  mouse,  which  chokes  us  up,  reminds  us  of  childhood.
When the camera turns off, usually it swallows. Add  this  to  our list
of  truths:  order  and disorder make us equally vulnerable. What we
call  upon  to  exist  again  are the things that never left us. I can’t tell
if  barn  owls  sulk  or  celebrate  over  their  cathedral  of  bones, why
some people pray over what they’ve  killed.  Maybe  this  is  the  place
we  dream  of  when  we’re  able  to  dream.  On  odd  nights  I  dream
myself  a  wolf  and  even  nights  I  am  ash churning down a river. Is
this  one  of  those  rivers  that  empties  into a sea? Can this please be
one  of  those  culling  dreams  that  strengthens the herd?………………

by John Sibley Williams ……………………………………………………………..

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