Before We Were Born
By Carol Potter
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Before We Were Born - Carol Potter
ONE
The Children Who Haven’t Stopped Moving
We rode the train through the north woods,
five children nodding like old men
at the familiar names: North Creek, Speculator.
Somebody behind us kept whispering, Paradise.
There was an old woman in his arms. He shifted
his feet on the bare wood floor, held her waist
as if she were a baby with wings
threatening to fill the train with her gaggle.
The old man leaned over the seat: She drinks too much.
We didn’t say anything. "Who the hell told you kids
it would be any different?" We pretended to be asleep.
I lay back, dreamed of white moths
scraping their wings against the windows.
We were the lights about to go out.
I saw the dust from their backs
fill the glass; I always thought it was the dust
made them fly. I woke in a car of frost-
glazed windows. We began scratching our names
in the rime.
Behind us, he kept whispering, "If you don’t like it,
just get up and move." There were no
other seats. We could see the woods animals
up in the tops of trees, waving at us, like grandmothers—
their white handkerchiefs flagging the breeze.
The Trouble with Horses
He had arms he couldn’t
understand.
His arms were horses
with bits clamped between their teeth,
two horses bolting, a pack of children
clinging to their backs,
fifty child fingers
digging in the horses’ manes.
The manes blew
in the children’s faces,
their faces were balloons
rising from their necks,
their necks were saplings
rising from their bodies.
Surprised to find so much air,
already the children were trying to forgive.
All Six of Us Suspended Above Blue Seats
It seemed simple. You were walking
across the jetty while I climbed down
and headed the other direction
across the sand flats, and you didn’t
look back or you just didn’t hear me calling.
It might have been the wind blowing flock after
flock of birds screeing in one direction, or the way the tide
was going out pulling the bay back
through the breakwater, but there was no way
you were going to hear me. Bemused almost,
I watched you disappear off the jetty
and across the dunes. You went one way
and I went the other
as if we’d known all along
no matter what else we wanted,
this was the way it was going to go.
Earlier, walking together on the jetty, you stopped
to tell me how each time you stepped from one rock
to another, over that deep gap between stones,
somehow you felt as if you were falling.
It is that double sensation in the belly, one part lifting
and the other half disappearing
downwards as if the heart could fly
but the legs were lead, and it made me remember