Today’s View
March 25, 2013 § 2 Comments
Watching the woman with the axe,
it’s most likely a tool she should
not be wielding, no matter how cold
it is outside. She holds the small
piece of wood with her left hand and
she swings the axe with her right hand.
How in the world does she have any
fingers left, let alone an entire hand?
When she really means business, she
hefts that rusted axe with both hands.
Lifting it all the way up to the height
of her shoulders. She lets it drop and
it bounces off the top of the already
chopped log.
I cannot hear her
but her mouth, very
clearly, has unpleasant
words for the wood
and its unwillingness
to accept her axe, her
power over it.
I want to open my window, and shout:
“Don’t swear at the damn thing. Put
your back into it woman! Lift that
thing above your head and heave it
down with every inch of you. Express
your strength, don’t expect acceptance!”
Instead, I turn away, shaking my head
and laughing. The sight of the city girl
who wants, so desperately, to be country
and earthy is today’s view from my window.
The Reflection Pool 
ah Kari you were raised with an axe in your hand! Give her time to learn.
Oh, mother, I think the only time you take me seriously is here! Love you lots all the same.