I’m completing the form:
Selection of Next Life
It’s due by Wednesday.
You never know what
you qualify for.
Maybe a tortoise or a redwood
or one brick in a great pyramid.
Maybe the life of a mayfly,
a Big Gulp cup taken to the landfill,
or the mold on a sandwich
forgotten in a locker.
The lives we get
are funny like that.
This time I’m up for a Life of Minuscule Importance
Is this an upgrade?
Section One: Moments and Spaces
An open door on a parakeet’s cage
The curtain parting on a stage
A crack crawling on a dam
The pop of cork
The silence in a room with a corpse
A symphony’s second movement
These don’t appeal, too much like another life
of being overlooked.
Section Two: Portentous Things
An unfound shard from a shattered plate
An electrical arc coursing a severed line
Animal tracks in the muddy grass
A pickaxe chipping for a vein
✔ A deadly storm’s first falling inches
Oh yes! The first flake of a blizzard
talked about for many years.
That’s the life I want.
Bill Verble lives in Lexington, Kentucky with his family. He’s inspired by his father, a former poetry teacher. His work appeared in the recent edition of The Poeming Pigeon. You can find him online on Twitter at @BillVerble.