To be Knocked in the Head by a Live Oak Branch
To be knocked in the head by a live oak
branch—
To be knocked in the head by a live oak
branch—
to be laid flat on the earth and made to look up
at the clouds spaced out, decked with light and feathers,
while the world spins off its what was once its center;
to have the fringes of one’s framework
encroached by the creepings of the red cedar;
to have the cracks in the limestone crust
beneath you nestle into the crevices of your rib cage
—is to be made to feel the standing of others
over and against and into one’s
life.
at the clouds spaced out, decked with light and feathers,
while the world spins off its what was once its center;
to have the fringes of one’s framework
encroached by the creepings of the red cedar;
to have the cracks in the limestone crust
beneath you nestle into the crevices of your rib cage
—is to be made to feel the standing of others
over and against and into one’s
life.
Coyote, Our Neighbor, Sings
You do not have to travel far, only
until the sidewalks end
and ranches replace strip malls and signs of
"Danger 1080" and "Strychnine"
appear alongside the highway. Look
there beneath the barbed
wire fence for the delicate
parting of grasses. Get on your
knees and trace out the path of
winding iron and jagged
spikes. Here you will find
coyote: tufts of tangled
fur left behind as they
crossed into new
and unforgiving pastures.
You do not have to travel far, only
until the sidewalks end
and ranches replace strip malls and signs of
"Danger 1080" and "Strychnine"
appear alongside the highway. Look
there beneath the barbed
wire fence for the delicate
parting of grasses. Get on your
knees and trace out the path of
winding iron and jagged
spikes. Here you will find
coyote: tufts of tangled
fur left behind as they
crossed into new
and unforgiving pastures.
If you decide to go farther
into the remote Chihuahuan desert among
the Lechuguilla and Creosote and Yucca and
sleep there atop the limestone earth beneath
the sky glazed with stars you may awake
to the sound of yipping and of
hurried footsteps circling
round and round your tent in ever
tightening laps. Though you may then
reach out your head to try to
catch a glimpse of coyote, they
will have already scattered
soundlessly into the night.
And when you return home and find
yourself sitting on the porch
bathing in the last warm
glimmers of the setting
Texas sun, wait
and listen for
the steady crescendo, now
familiar to you, of short
sharp howls. This
is the song of
your neighbor.
into the remote Chihuahuan desert among
the Lechuguilla and Creosote and Yucca and
sleep there atop the limestone earth beneath
the sky glazed with stars you may awake
to the sound of yipping and of
hurried footsteps circling
round and round your tent in ever
tightening laps. Though you may then
reach out your head to try to
catch a glimpse of coyote, they
will have already scattered
soundlessly into the night.
And when you return home and find
yourself sitting on the porch
bathing in the last warm
glimmers of the setting
Texas sun, wait
and listen for
the steady crescendo, now
familiar to you, of short
sharp howls. This
is the song of
your neighbor.