Tuesday, March 22, 2011

filling a hole










when i was young
i spent many summer days with my grandparents
sleeping in, playing endlessly
oatmeal &
naps
swimming, books & friends ....
every morning though,
i would collect odds & ends
wire, sticks, apples & rocks
and i would build a squirrel trap
an amazing squirrel trap
a safe, inviting squirrel trap
every late-summer-morning
i would build a squirrel trap
it would rest at the base of this huge old oak
propped open & waiting eagerly
expectantly
patiently
waiting
i longed to capture a squirrel
with intent sharp & focused
i would wait ....
birds churned & sang
bugs buzzed
i would watch .....
(  gramma would bring me a peanut butter & jelly sandwich at noon
with the crusts cut off  )
the sparse grass was moist & itchy as i lay on my stomach ....
watching
and waiting
for hours
there with my tightly pony-tailed hair
bobby socks & pastel-bobbie-brooks-short-sets
waiting
watching ....
for
a squirrel to
want that apple
answering some
ancient call
some primal need .....
to hold
something
wild

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