Two Poems by Athena Kildegaard
So, the unknown unknowns, as a man in a gray suit once enunciated.
So, the unknown unknowns, as a man in a gray suit once enunciated.
Are humans any smarter than frogs in a pot?
Standing before the mute petroglyphs, I found myself conjuring stories about what lay behind each rendering.
What do the noises from my side sound like to them?
One time I do skip one, but Mamma and Mr. Leon are on the blanket smiling at each other and don’t see.
As a child, whenever I walked to school in the rain, the earthworms frightened me.
Our lives need to go beyond looking. Life with nature needs to be meaningful.
The problem with ancestors is how they manifest negativity.
We kneel beside a perfect print of a mountain lion on the sandy bar.
How strange that they’d preserve a single piece of the forest they destroyed.