Falling Peacock in Rainstorm at Night
By Peg Boyers
My tail of colored feathers
hangs matted
closed behind me
It weighs me down
In this wet darkness
I can neither
dance nor fly
This darkness
weighs me down
No one here
to see my splendor
My only company
the relentless rain
Together
we fall from the sky
toward the darkening wood
The leafy trees below
reach out to catch me
but cannot
Between their outstretched
limbs I travel
like a stone
The swallows
sitting safely in their nests
sleep the sleep of the oblivious
innocent
of cellular divisions
silent metastasis
Their oblivion weighs me down
Only the insomniac owl
watches ever alert
for the kill
My famous feathery tail-eyes
are folded inward
blind to possibility
I am falling falling away—
escaping at last
this monsoon sickness
sing me a raga spin
me a garland
oh earth
but do not yet welcome me
Show me the sun.
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I had a surprisingly social Wednesday -- talked to Linda, Hildy, and Kay at lunchtime, and watched the first third of The Fellowship of the Ring with Kristen (whom I met because of LOTR fandom) in the late afternoon. In between, I did a bunch of house chores and we went to Cabin John Park to take a walk and enjoy the sunset before getting Lebanese Taverna for dinner.
We watched this week's National Treasure -- which is as silly as ever, since where it would take Ben Gates three tries to solve any given riddle, it only takes Jess one -- then we watched some more first season White Lotus, which I somehow thought would be wittier or more incisive or something; at least the cast is better than the writing. Hillwood outdoors a couple of weeks ago:
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