April prompt #11
YOUR OTHER LIFE
It reminded me of that morning
I stood up to my neck in waves
to keep a seaplane from blowing
into the cliffs, and of the time
I carried those three children down
the castle stairs while black smoke choked
from the tower above. The shootout
with the pirates who kidnapped my
brother. Distracting the rhino
with a drum. Jumping from the railroad
bridge above the gorge. The last stretch
of crevassed ice before the basecamp
shone through the snowfog. Different
circumstances, but the same sense—
that strong heartbeat, power in the arms.
Knowledge that all would be well because
I would make it so.
It was windy.
Rain. Gray sky.
Somebody let dogs through,
didn’t replace the wire.
Calves are curious and small.
I’d have liked my stetson against
the rain. I’d have liked my rope. My
pony knows what to do. Car doesn’t.
we rounded him up,
opened the gate,
returned him to his bawling mother.
All in a day’s work.