What was it that led them thus – round mounds of green like tiny hills, beasts with two backs. I envision them, smooth bodies slick with wet, the male clinging to her smaller frame. Above, the moon unfurling rivulets of light their shadows cast along the way, twines and twangs, huddled in a soldier’s march. I stop and wonder, a witness above the pond. They’re gone now, only clouds of pearls beneath the surface: life, translucent eggs. We are barren, no part of us to be left behind - we hold on to each other anyway, time against flesh, its universal. But here, those spawns will emerge despite remorse or love. Cyclical. Persistent. We fade away.
*Amplexus is the mating embrace of frogs and toads
Evidence of Survival
Grass sways gently in the currents, lithe and golden. In autumn you slipped away: indentions left on flesh, phantom pains, in place of hugs, maybe we expected this to happen. The anger, your restlessness turning up. It’s uncertain how we’ll grow, difficult to imagine the people we’ll become. Now that we’ve been uprooted, what will be the best environment? Above the surface, tender shoots capture precipitation, suggesting sustainability, evidence that we have the ability, to absorb more than we imagined.
Predators in the city laid tame by the country. Early evening shadows reveal our stripes created by bent blinds. Every corner of our corporeal landscape explored, left hungry by childlessness. Instead, we continually birth our faith, in love. Mating season returns— we’re fully aware roaming two-by-two we’ve become endangered winter approaches and we’ll become extinct. Too beguiled to budge and find another, our bodies create a different beast— we brave our future side-by-side and wallow in our lonely pride.
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…lives on a foothill of a smaller Alp in the highlands of Zurich and walks weekly in the forest behind the house, observing nature.