No rain all summer--the drought had banished
them from the mountains, creatures craving mast.
Our neighbors warned of three bears, one lame,
snacking at their peach trees, but hot weeks passed
and none had crossed the pavement to our morsel
of oak and pine. One Monday morning, I
drowsed on the couch with my daughter,
watched a wild-haired sun momentarily at rest
in a hammock of branches, when thunder
shook through me. On the deck rail,
some sixteen feet above the starving grass,
a black bear perched, puzzling over birdseed.
My toddler charged and screamed. The bear,
who’d been tilting the squirrel-proof feeder,
spilling grains in his bafflement, paid heed.
He paused, wobbled, thrust a snout toward us,
snuffed the wind. He must have hailed his own
reflection in the pane, a curious
lurching thing, and dimly, behind that, glimpsed
two furless forms akimbo. Our neighbors
said they would not scare; why, then, did he
clamber
and shuffle away? Seed not worth the trouble?
Maybe he shrank from his double, a beast
who shrilled a prior claim. Or was he spooked
by scentless ghosts, the way we flickered
behind a light-smeared screen? I trembled
for an hour. My daughter fished for breakfast
from my plate. I wished again to know
what stirs behind her savage, inward look.
Lesley
Wheeler is is a Professor of English at Washington
and Lee University in Lexington, Virginia, in the
United States. She is the author of the poetry chapbook
Scholarship Girl; her poems appear in AGNI, Prairie
Schooner, Blackbird, and other publications. Her
second scholarly book, Voicing American Poetry,
is forthcoming from Cornell University Press in
the spring of 2008. She is also a co-editor with
Moira Richards and Rosemary Starace of Letters to
the World, an anthology of poems from members of
the Women’s Poetry Listserv, forthcoming from
Red Hen Press. wheelerlm@wlu.edu
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