Today's poem is by Benjamin S. Grossberg
Stepping on the Dog
The high squeal, the instant retraction
by throwing myself forward, fallingon to her, her small, vulnerable body,
which gives, which collapsesunder my weight. The feel, the sound
of the collapse; my bodywilling itself lighter, willing itself forward
beyond impact with an awfulmiscalculation. This is the fear
that guides my steps after midnightas I go upstairs to bed, when I am most
at peace in my silent, unlit housenearly unlit, only a single light,
a dim beacon in the corner by the door,and on the dark ocean of the floor
she sails somewhere in a dream.My footfall is powder, my footfall
a dusting of snow, siftedconfectioner's sugar, as I advance
toes first, my foot rolling backto fill the limited space of each step.
In that silence, I am most proud, mostcontented with my life: the small
miracle of having a home, the loveI have for it, and how my silence
seems to connect me to the silenceof plaster walls, of empty rooms,
and streets and cornfields beyond, as ifI were no different than them, as if
I belonged here just as much as they do.But it is this moment, too, most
possessed by my fear. The dogwho is just a dog, and must be
in her own way a sturdy animal,lies open, silent, perhaps stirred
by my footfall to the surfaceof waking, but for all that, awake
or asleep, unmoving as I approach.Which I do, gingerly, across two
darkened rooms, wholly possessedin this moment of peace by the power
to crush what is most vulnerable.
Copyright © 2006 Benjamin S. Grossberg All rights reserved
from Quarterly West
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