Gentle breeze going west, the heron;
wings weaving like a web in sky
suspended in graceful flight
just above as water unfolds –
reflection plowed from its depths.
He drifts below a sun sheathed cloud
through rifts in veil of the morning mist –
solo flight, alone, alone, e’er gliding forward.
© Literary Remains
Pack your things in heavy-duty corrugated brown boxes. They hold up better in transit. Don’t go cheap on the truck rental either – you’ll want at least 865 cubic feet of cargo space. If you find a letter from an old flame in a dresser drawer, do not read it. The nostalgia will only distract you, and you’ll be compelled to look her up on social media. It will become apparent that she’s doing well for herself on the East Coast, and you’ll still be here with all these boxes to load as the last of the sunlight bleeds away.
Hawkelson Rainier dabbles in short fiction and poetry from time to time. His debut novel, The Lake Erie Lights, It is available at Kellan Publishing.
Theres a kid inside my mind. He wants me to make sense of all the horror and wonder contained in the world, and lace it into a compelling narrative—a narrative that lifts his heart, opens his thoughts, and inspires him to write a story of his own.
I think when we craft a story for that hidden version of ourselves, it seems to connect with everyone else’s. And for an undeniable moment in that spot-on story, it seems we can be that kid again; the one who turns the pages with wide-eyed wonder, and has to restrain themselves from jumping up from their seat and whooping in delight.
Artist: Alex Markovich. Belgorod Oblast, Russia. February 2015.