Vernal Pond

 

In this earthen bowl

where snows 

have melted, 

sacks 

of frog eggs 

drift. 

You wrote

yesterday 

to report 

on the test:

brain scan 

in a lonely 

white tube,

someone shining 

a light 

in your eyes.

Spring peepers 

drown the traffic 

from the road below. 

The wind 

sways moosewood 

branches, 

      a clacking sound 

like the machine

that looked inside 

your skull. 

You know all of this, 

having studied 

wetlands. 

The egg-sacks float 

like ships caught in doldrums. 

The report says 

you have Alzheimer’s. 

By the end 

of June 

these waters will be gone. 

Sitting near the pond

I regret 

that so much of the world 

must disappear.

Todd Davis

Todd Davis is the author of seven books of poetry, most recently Coffin Honey and Native Species, both published by Michigan State University Press. He has won the Midwest Book Award, the Foreword INDIES Book of the Year Bronze and Silver Awards, the Gwendolyn Brooks Poetry Prize, the Chautauqua Editors Prize, and the Bloomsburg University Book Prize. He is an emeritus fellow of the Black Earth Institute and teaches environmental studies, creative writing, and American literature at Pennsylvania State University’s Altoona College.

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