Gary Boelhower


 

From Somewhere Inside

 
from somewhere inside a creature
small round bone
with a bit of blood and flesh
 
hip joint
eye socket
a slight cranium
 
something of this sort
clearly not the soul but who can know
if it would shine or levitate
 
she found it on her daily rounds
along the fence and the stone wall
hard winter’s truth fallen from the pines
 
or from the gray owl’s hungry talon
some frozen thing
dug out of the deep snow
 
she brought it up onto the deck
then began to dance around it
an ancient rite
 
with sharp cold yelps
rearing up on her hind legs
then taking it in her mouth
 
flinging it into the air
and dancing a circle
wherever it would land
 
she would not come in for her favorite
treat nothing store bought could
entice her she went on dancing
 
and singing until finally
she lay down next to it
nudged it gently
 
with her black snout
with her big animal eyes watched
the sun flare on the orbit of bone.
 
 
 
 


GARY BOELHOWER often sails his little sloop Figment on Lake Superior or hikes on the North Country Trail as a prelude to writing poetry, always more prelude than poetry. His poems have appeared in anthologies: Amethyst and Agate, The Heart of All That Is, The Cancer Poetry Project 2, Beloved on the Earth, County Lines, and in journals and magazines: America, Northern Sounds, The Freshwater Review, Lake Superior Magazine, New Millenium Writings, Out of Words, Plainsongs, Shavings, and Willow Review. His recent poetry collections include Naming Rites and Marrow, Muscle, Flight which won the Midwest Book Award.


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