This is an excerpt from my book, Intents & Purposes. Learn more about Intents & Purposes here.
The suitcase is as close to yellow as any other color.
For a surprise,
the sisters wrap it with ribbons.
The brothers scratch blessings
in its yellow side.
The lovers latch arms.
This is why they think
they are strong, why they believe they have power.
There is strength
in their arms.
They embrace everything. Lift much.
The way is surprisingly rough.
She doesn’t mention the presence of hills
Ignores the ruts, sees only small declivities,
no ditches, no peaks, certainly no cliffs.
The road narrows, erupts with trees.
An unexpected wind sweeps down.
Avoiding the wind, she runs.
Years of running begin.
To slow her down, wild animals appear.
Wild animals distract her.
She dare not stay, dare not linger.
Wild animals can never be tamed.
Birds. Far off, now closer.
Finally, alarmingly near, in her face,
her hair, frisking her shoulders.
Infantry of feathers.
Battalion of beaks.