My body mellows as the bee population
disappears at an alarming rate. The wind squalls,
closes in on me. The invasive lantern fly mills around
the tomato plant growing out of a crack in the cement.
I’ve lived in pursuit of doing the right thing. It’s like this:
as a small boy you giddy-upped on a spring-coiled horse,
rocked a Stetson hat & cowboy boots & gnashed
your teeth like a wild thing. You once pleaded,
don’t ever give up on me. Give up on you?
I’ve saved your stick figure drawings, a lock
of your first haircut & bronzed your Stride Rite shoes.
Give up on you? I would as soon give up on the long shadows
of the oak or the wind burning the willow. Even now
as twilight splinters through the dark & the ruby-winged
lantern bugs thrive, I’m a fool for God’s handiwork. Am I a fool
for believing I did the best I could? It’s not the living, but more
the forgiving as I draw near the waistcoat of my years.
Musings of a Fool
Louisa Muniz lives in Sayreville, N.J. She holds a Master’s in Curriculum and Instruction from Kean University. Her work has appeared in Tinderbox Journal, Palette Poetry, SWWIM, Menacing Hedge, Poetry Quarterly, PANK Magazine, Jabberwock Review and elsewhere. She won the Sheila-Na-Gig 2019 Spring Contest for her poem Stone Turned Sand. Her work has been nominated for Best of the Net and a Pushcart Prize. Her debut chapbook, After Heavy Rains was released in December, 2020.