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Three Poems by Hilda Weaver
Two on the Riverbank
In boots I squish through reeds
along the riverbank,
feel their whipping tongues
along my legs.
Across the mud gray flats
a little girl like me
plods through the muck
reeds knifing her the same.
Both of us are headed north.
We seek some hospice there
where we can meet
to bind our common wounds.
What if he could be a pole held up above
a fishing pond
with artificial waves,
tsunamis in a scientific fix-it tank?
Or what if he could walk the sea
to see you
on the other side,
a watered waif
held fast inside a plastic microchip?
Suppose his incarnation learned
in croaks and spits,
the x’s and the y’s of plane geometry.
Suppose he dies beneath the Easter moon
to whisper wound
Post his death on Facebook later on in May.
I Want Some Times of Yesterday
I want to hide among the roots
eroded, bare along the creek,
and be like beetles pushing dung,
or ants which carry burdens
bigger then themselves.
I want to hear sharp splashes
like the acorns make before squirrels
notice they are gone, or watch
the moccasin uncurl, expose
its younglings to the sun.
I want to jump and grab the grapevine
just beyond my reach and swing
across the creek, make it to the other side,
and feel the mushy sand creep
sideways through my toes.
I want to catch a chortling frog
to hold until I hear the dinner bell,
until I’m called back home
to rhubarb pie, sweet corn, churned cream,
kittens on the porch.
Hilda Weaver says:
How does one write a "brief" bio of eighty years? Well, here goes - Most of my adult life I worked as a psychotherapist in Houston, Texas, retiring several years ago. At the present time I live in Kentucky with one of my daughters, remain active walking my pug, and even attend school at Northern Kentucky University where I audit classes that interest me, including writing. I am the mother of three, the grandmother of four and the great grandmother of six. I think I probably have a few more years to be ornery and eccentric. I hope so!