Wednesday, December 13, 2023

Poem for Tuesday and Kelsey Creek Farm Holidays

A Prayer to Talk to Animals 
By Nickole Brown 

Lord, I ain’t asking to be the Beastmaster
gym-ripped in a jungle loincloth
or a Doctor Dolittle or even the expensive vet
down the street, that stethoscoped redhead,
her diamond ring big as a Cracker Jack toy.
All I want is for you to help me flip
off this lightbox and its scroll of dread, to rip
a tiny tear between this world and that, a slit
in the veil, Lord, one of those old-fashioned peeping
keyholes through which I can press my dumb
lips and speak. If you will, Lord, make me the teeth
hot in the mouth of a raccoon scraping
the junk I scraped from last night’s plates,
make me the blue eye of that young crow cocked to
me—too selfish to even look up from the black
of my damn phone. Oh, forgive me, Lord,
how human I’ve become, busy clicking
what I like, busy pushing
my cuticles back and back to expose
all ten pale, useless moons.  Would you let me
tell your creatures how sorry
I am, let them know exactly
what we’ve done? Am I not an animal
too? If so, Lord, make me one again.
Give me back my dirty claws and blood-warm
horns, braid back those long-
frayed endings of every nerve tingling
with all I thought I had to do today.
Fork my tongue, Lord. There is a sorrow on the air
I taste but cannot name. I want to open
my mouth and know the exact
flavor of what’s to come, I want to open
my mouth and sound a language
that calls all language home.

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I had a fairly quiet Tuesday doing the laundry and cleanup I didn't do on my birthday, at least until the early afternoon, when the gorgeous weather was irresistible and we walked to the beach -- the eagles were back in the tallest tree and there were lots of ducks, including the mandarin duck, plus cormorants and buffleheads. My Voyager group was missing half its members tonight, so we just chatted for an hour and a half! 

We had leftovers for dinner, then we watched the first several episodes of Fisk on the recommendation of one of my Voyager friends and it was hilarious. The season finale of The Buccaneers dropped -- and left the story on a cliffhanger of sorts, though not a miserable one -- and now we're watching the much darker Slow Horses. Here are the lights at Kelsey Creek Farm Park, both on the barns and on the reindeer sheep:

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