This is what loneliness is like.
You spotted it on the side of the path,
scuttling under November’s dead grass.
What is that? you said.
It was small. Primitive.
Scorpion-like. A gray abdomen
and albino head, and ten segmented
albino legs, or were there really ten?
It moved so fast we could not count.
What is that? I said, in agreement
with you, knowing I could not identify
the thing. And why is it chasing me?
I said, half laughing, half terrified.
It can be so small, the things that scare us.
How I edged away to avoid the unknown.
How we laughed as I nearly sprinted away from the thing.
It kept running after me until at last it stopped,
reared up on its back legs and opened
its four tiny ruby tipped pincers.
How we gasped in, what, disgust?
Amazement? Fear laced with pleasure
in the newness of the thing?
The whole rest of our walk, it still followed
me in my mind. I thought of you
there in a town that is eating you alive.
I thought of love and how after forty years
we still don’t know what it means.
I thought of our shadows, how they
layered on top of each other against the walk
when we sat in the weak sun beside the dead roses.
I thought of how it lunged for my shadow,
that thing. How ugly it was. How I longed
to name it. Later, you called to tell me
it was a camel spider, not a spider
at all but a solpugid. Isn’t is strange
how we misname the things that frighten us
the most? You said that the small creatures
favor the dark, and they’re known for following
people to hide in their shadow. It was not
chasing me, but wanted reprieve from the light.
This is what loneliness is like. The camel spiders
seldom bite humans, you read, and if they do, they have
no venom. But still people are afraid.
Sometimes we surrender our loneliness
too quickly. I don’t know what I am saying.
I’m saying that they can be difficult, these days.
check out this crazy critter here: http://www.badspiderbites.com/camel-spider/
The link is a pretty nice feature for this poem, to have the narrative hype the interest, and then be able to look at the thing (separated by the screen, of course, not having it chasing me). I love the transition at the line, “the whole rest of our walk it still followed me in my mind” and how the fears take on new form. Not a spider…but still a fear.
So many layers, themes, motifs. Here it is, Monday, and you’re giving me deep thoughts—and in multitudes.
I can see a series of poems springing forth from this one. But maybe you’ve “given everything away, “here. To do more would be contrived.
Looks to me your sixteen hour round trip to visit Rachel is rewarding you with compounded interest.
I loved reading this and hearing you perform it. I’ve seen the metapugid. My fav line, it a town that’s eating us alive…..