I sit atop an estuary, more marshy than last week and wait for something big to happen like seeing an Egret or a Heron– Carpenter Bees storm the roof of the gazebo an outpouring of their screams, amplified between wooden slats One of them makes his way down to me circling one ear then the other Menacingly territorial… I keep a still air amidst the blathering buzz attempt to neutralize myself as a threat I’m not the outsider you think I am! This feels akin to trespassing or trying to reverse the inertia of a catcall with a humble, friendly disposition Am I gentrifying the wetlands? Do the bees feel pushed out? Is there a place for me, Yet?
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Alexandra Poole is a psychotherapist & diarist based in the Hudson Valley. Alexandra is endlessly curious about emotions, symbols, dreams, and the natural world. Their poetry has been featured in The Chronogram, Show & Tell Arts and Literary Magazine, among other publications. Their academic writing can be found on Renfrew blog. They enjoy writing in community and are a co-founder and active member of the writer's group, Perpetual Stew. For more visit: https://www.ephemeral-bodies.com
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