BY A SHADOW
By Charles Kraus
It is possible to find the view inconsequential, when the next mountain is a problem that reaches beyond the sky.
Even in the bright light, this peak of burden casts a shadow. And so we are sad, and we do not bother looking out from picture windows. Some mountains can not be climbed, or moved, or circumvented. Some are walls, cages, barriers of intensity standing as tombstones, marking our place in the story.
Into this, see a rabbit -- swift, surefooted, small, unimposing. It rushes forth, fighting its way past troubles that would still some of us. Under. Over. Around. He does not know the trip is impossible. He carries my lament in the quickness of his heart.
I am here, beneath tomorrow, awaiting my cue, poised on a hill, the sun ablaze, the breeze a chorus, the view a dream dashed by a shadow which is the sum of my future, until now. Listening for the call of a rabbit who races infinity.
