Nothing disturbs my practice because everything is it.~Thomas Huebl
Someone unseen is wielding a chain
saw. The whine from the wood
ceases abruptly and my head is
up, searching the unlikely silence.
Alert. A sound can instigate
time travel, echoing back through
a family schism, my brother’s blood
the star. Feeling past the overlay
of legend into the constellation
of us spinning through space.
He lifts his hand from his bright-
red mouth. My mother faints.
Right now a white plane rumbles
chased by three black crows.
I learned to tell stories
of the places too horror-filled
to feel, moving in to do the
right thing, emotions firmly
reined. They quiver here,
stallions ready to burst
from the hidden stables.
Narrating my brothers’ traumas
watchful and alarmed, I could not
claim them as my own, a gracious
hostess stepping back into shadows
as the play climaxes.
This human experience is utterly
unlike what I’ve been
told, what my focus revealed.
All the jigsaw pieces rammed
together in a childish dabble
gently ease apart today.
Two kingfishers rattle in. One claims
the dock as the other retreats so loudly
a green heron rises, gracefully
seeking the furthest silent shore.
Inspired by: Instigate, Schism, Dabble and Unlikely and memories of the chainsaw incident, when my brother slipped from the tree he was sawing and came home with a mouthful of blood and an urgent need for medical care.