Wednesday, September 19, 2012

The Mouse and the Storm
















Have you ever tried to escape
from that which you feared
looming
over the horizon?

The white-footed mouse
with black-bead eyes
found its way in
through some nook,
or perhaps it was a cranny,
just as the
storm

began to tell its story in
you-will-pay-attention-to-me
earnest.

What delight the mouse
must have felt as he,
or she,
surveyed his,
or her,
surroundings.

“Safe, warm, dry,

and so full of things to explore!”

We all take missteps in life.

On my knees,
giving last rites with
scrub brush and soap suds,

gazing at thin tail and blood smear
and a dollop of entrails,

Wondering was what was
called for…

What might a dry mouse’s last
thoughts be when pinned under
a firm paw in paradise?

Which of the six cats had
become the agent of death,
pearl-white canines and instinct?

Running from what we fear can be
exactly that force which conveys us
into the gaping mouth of loss,

great loss.

Sometimes it’s better to find out
what storms have to offer.

Still scrubbing away,

This, I decided, is a notion worth remembering.

So now, if you visit,
and you see the red heart painted
upon the cement,
at the basement threshold,

You’ll know what it means,

and remember the story
of a mouse and the storm.

© 2012-2014/Jamie K. Reaser
From Re-Union: Coming Home to Each Other (a work in progress)

4 comments:

  1. "what might a dry mouse's last thoughts be when pinned under a firm paw in paradise?" oh jamie...you have laid my heart bear. _/\_

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    1. Blessings, Stacy. Keep 'radiating' the beauty of the world through you sister. ox

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  2. You have laid my heart bare as well with this: "Running from what we fear can be exactly that force which conveys us into the gaping mouth of loss...Sometimes it's better to find out what storms have to offer..." Exactly the words I needed to hear this morning... Who knew "creativity" would be the "storm" I need to face, and has the potential to send me into the gaping mouth... As always I am blown away by how you *feel* life and therefor touch the Heart...

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    1. MM ~ Wonderful that you have been served by the poem...and by the mouse. These little ones have much to teach us about working with fear. ox

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