Still Still

This piece reflects on heat and dried-out red clay, waiting and hoping for rain.


Still Still

  • Originally posted on a 6s community, May 31, 2011 at 8:03pm

The cracked red earth stretches out its veins as far as anyone of them can see, and the tallest boy opines that the cracks likely go to the center of the planet. Today the sun is a nuisance unworthy of orbit, hot and nasty and scorching the air itself. One boy kicks up a dirt devil while another flicks a black tick off the toe of his shoe. Swatting absentmindedly with fringy tails, the cows note the odd routines of humankind. No wheat is sweet, no wind is fine, but the plains constrict with the aching and desolate language of unspoken poetry. Together, life squints skyward and wonders what might be possible with a bit of breeze and the beating of a steady come-and-go rain.

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