Self-Portrait on the Mountain Mark Neely
Once there was a man like me, a shepherd in those bewildering years
after the wars when the days seemed nameless. On one of these he sat
down and leaned his back against a rock as the last rim of light rested
for a moment above the mountains. The sheep went off without him. They
were hungry and in no mood to stop. The shepherd watched the beetles
shuffling in the bare dirt around his feet like children planning a
battle. He hardly noticed the barking of the dogs, tuned as he was to
the bugs at his feet and later the circling of stars.
Mark Neely has had work in Diagram, Juked, Indiana Review, Boulevard and others. A
collection of poetry, Four of a Kind, is forthcoming from Concrete Wolf.
To link to this story directly: http://wigleaf.com/201005sp.htm
Detail of photo on main page courtesy
of trialsanderrors.
|