Ecologies

Jonah Barber, Tate, 3rd, Present Tense. Tone: Calm, patient, matter of fact. Mood: Love, longing

Ecologies

The weathered mica sits patiently on a bed of creek.

Those above call him fool’s gold, but he’s actually quite brainy, once you get to know him.

In fact tonight is trivia night downstream, but that gets delayed when a womanly salamander steps on his hair.

She is late for her Wednesday cribbage, and doesn’t notice how green water gets real luminous with muscovite and sunlight against her newty spots.

SNATCH, right on food chain’s queue a bald eagle overhead grabs her, yellow beak clamped on speckled jaw.

He swoops up, or maybe down for him, no one can tell, Excited to show his catch off at the clambake on the swampy rocks of his neighborhood.

He cuts a vivid slice in the air, laughing the cloud moisture off his tickled belly.

Cirrus gobbles him whole, bringing mineral intellect and amphibian schedule into utmost elevation.