Ok, so I think it’s going to be 6 groups.
Cool, can you explain how you got there?
You may ask yourself
How did I get here?
Whack!
I’m in the middle of a zoom, talking division with a student, when something hitting the ground outside the window draws my attention.
Is that a stick
The stick appears to be moving.
Curving across the grass.
Yep
Third snake in three days now. Apparently this yard is a Death Eater hot spot.
The first, a green and orange beaut who just wanted to get away.
The second, seen late at night just outside the window, muted colours, greys, greens, blues. A single black stripe the length of its body. This one was big. Like, ‘extend the length of the two-meter window’ big.
In a hurry though, so, quickly seen and quickly gone. I was okay to see it move along.
Some things are best not to ruminate on.
Does it have a home in the vacant green space on the other side of the fence? Does it have a family?
Are there more?
A lot more?
Three snakes in 3 days seems like a lot. But I’m new to the area, and the reactions of locals are encouraging.
I explain to the woman who tends the garden next door that there have been a couple snakes the past couple days.
She is unfazed.
It’ll go away
She points at the undergrowth and says, with her body
Don’t sweat it.
This encourages me.
There is something in these moments.
The ones we choose to notice.
And the moments that notice us.
We sleepwalk through life, so often.
How did I get here
Today, the magical snake flying through the sky and landing on the lawn has me wide awake, eyes wide open, and asking questions.
B, can you hold on a second? A snake just landed on the grass outside my window.
Cool!
We’re both excited. He reminds me that he asked his folks for a corn snake, without a yes, yet.
What color is it? Is it big?
Nice to have a herpetologist along for the ride.
I attempt to show him, strain to adjust my laptop to get the snake in frame. And as I do am struck by just how invisible this critter is. I’m looking right at it, and still struggle to parse it from grass.
Not to mention, my questions.
Like, where the heck did it come from?
It must have been up, somehow.
I squint into the sun. There’s no tree above where the snake landed. And no chance it could have been on the deck up top.
I am perplexed.
Can the snakes here fly?
Did it leap tall buildings in a single bound?
Tossed by a bird of prey? Dropped by a kite sailor?
The snake suddenly has David Byrne’s voice
You may ask yourself,
how did I get here?
And when you consider that a talking snake would literally be just a talking head
it now somehow seems to fit.
Your format helped me to be worried/concerned and a bit scared along with you!
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Love how you weave the lyric into your own meditation & mindscape here! Dickinson, as you might know, has a great reworking of the serpent narrative
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/49909/a-narrow-fellow-in-the-grass-1096
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I love the different voices you bring into this piece. The one in your head, the neighbor’s, your student’s, and yours spoken aloud, steady even as your mind reels with curiosities. Well done!
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