Only the Meek
By Dotty LeMieux
Where are the birds of spring?
I see bees—are there enough?
Black carpenter ants—we never had them before—
emerge from some dusky damp place
beneath the foundation.
We live in a house of cards.
Even a bear takes exception
to exceptional times
and climbs a backyard tree
he must have crossed mountains
and dried up stream beds to reach.
I hope he got sustenance
out of the dogs’ bowl.
Every night, creatures mate or die
or wail their diminishment
in our backyard, alarming the dogs,
snug in cushioned beds.
Every morning the weather is our bearer of bad news:
Don’t put away the winter clothes
but don’t skimp
on the skimpy.
Gas, lumber, even food scarcer and more costly
because all are vulnerable now
as never before.
Or is just that we are now forced
to face it?
Now that I think of it, dogs
resemble domestic bears
who can’t climb trees.
Squirrels outwit us all.
The nighttime creatures burrow deep
into ground we have given up for dead.
Is this what they mean by the meek
shall inherit the earth?
So why do we still struggle:
to remain upright
to stretch toward breathable air
to stay alive long enough
to inherit what’s left?
Dotty LeMieux is the author of four chapbooks, Five Angels, Five Trees Press; Let Us Not Blame Foolish Women, Tombouctou Books; The Land, Smithereens Press, and most recently Henceforth I Ask Not Good Fortune, Finishing Line Press. In the late 1970s to mid-1980s, she edited the eclectic literary and art journal Turkey Buzzard Review in the poetic haven of Bolinas, California. Her work has appeared in numerous print and online journals and anthologies, including Writers Resist. Dotty lives in Northern California with her husband and two aging dogs, where she practices environmental law and helps elect progressive candidates to office. Read more at her blog.
Photo credit: Jerzy Durczak via a Creative Commons license.
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