The Frogs For a moment the frogs swim near the surface and I’m gazing down at them, reaching with my eyes and ears and thoughts toward their waiting. They’re interested, willing to give. I listen and want to replicate what they offer in these sheer seconds. To get it right, I must also bring to bear the memory of dawn gasping 365 million years ago. I’m not yet able to do this, but I’m getting closer. I’ve begun to sense the bird, how there’s only one, how it’s tethered to this earth. It’s both sides of my breath.
Ryan Scariano is the author of two poetry chapbooks: Smithereens, published by Imperfect Press, and Not Your Happy Dance, forthcoming from Finishing Line Press. He lives in La Grande, Oregon and works at Eastern Oregon University. www.ryanscariano.com
Ooooooh! Can I borrow that last line? It is an amazing end for this poem.
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Thank you so much! Yes, borrow it!!
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