I was waiting for something to happen – anything, a sign. The man came up behind me he couldn’t have known I was already scared of his footsteps as I am of all faceless noise. But this man, he keeps walking steps up to the frozen lake throws a walnut against the ice – where did the man in business casual get a walnut? That walnut, it bounced and he was furious dark eyebrows clenched behind darker frames. He picked up a stick and threw it harder. Crack. It snapped in two, and the ice remained unscathed. He left abruptly, more silently than he came. And now I’ll never know what he was really trying to break.
About the Poet:
Aurora Bishop lives and writes in Cincinnati, OH.