Proteus Cabinet
Two children slosh muddy Keds in water,
unearth salamanders that burrow webbed toes in silt.
The boy will leave behind his smile in branches
when their mother calls them for supper,
baking bread, forgetting the salt.
They watch fireflies wink in the backyard woods,
bottle the light snuffed out by morning.
It was not as though the sister turned away
and her brother was gone through the wardrobe,
but that morning the salamander spread its toes deep
and would not come out. There was no salamander.
Only a creek and a brother.
Open the window to let in the sky.
He will still be there when you go looking.
Read two poems by Danielle Beazer Dubrasky originally appearing in Terrain.org, as well as a Letter to America and guest editorial: “Transforming Art into Action at the University of Parks.”
Header photo by Tomasz Proszek, courtesy Pixabay.