Tadpoles in Tire Rut

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

Five hundred eighty seven

American toad tadpoles,

Anaxyrus americanus,

black as pupils,

swim the shallows

of a tire rut.

Not a single limb bud

promises an impending hop.

The Sun knows this.

I imagine many would scoff

at the foolishness

of the two pudgy, wart-covered

night lovers who swooned

and spawned here

under a naked Moon.

Me?

No. Not me.

I kneel, a student.

Only true masters

have the capacity to

put such faith

in the ephemeral.

© 2011-2019/Jamie K. Reaser

Published in "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life" 

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