Asylum Lake: July 2, 1990 A POEM BY DOK TAEL STEVENS |
Asylum Lake Environmental Value Kalamazoo County, MI |
And here, with the burrows of termites crawling and wriggling under the thin bark wrap of my fallen tree perch, the buzzing shadows lick hairspray off my ears and peel away my city coat. The relentless sunset melts my side and back accustomed to a softer touch from light. The rustle of a large rodent or something with incredibly sharp teeth and beady eyes is dancing to the shivering squawks of targeting squadrons, percushioned by an irreverent plop into the slimy green coat of the lake. My asphalt feet are uncertain here, my street eyes catching small animals in their traps. Nature you are a strange cousin, familiar yet curious to ears clogged with words not sounds, to fingers lost on raw wood. Belief that I should love this place drives me to love it until I truly do. I could not charge another to glean the lessons of duck and rock, and fox. A fox! I though it was a dog. It stared me down from the path where I should be to the log where I am tending. Adoption crowds my veins in chorus as fear is lost like a dream. The fox walks away slowly but I know he will return to find me again. I will be here. Copyright 1993, Spunky Duck Press Published in "Haven: A Treatise on Asylum Lake" |
