There once was a polar bear who roamed the great north accompanied by the clouds, his closest friends. They would name floes and lakes and try to hide behind newly christened mountains. For a while, they searched for others who could speak their language, but the birds and whales ignored them. The polar bear would suggest a name and the clouds would talk amongst themselves before agreeing or counteroffering—until they had named everything except themselves. “What is my name?” “Brother Bear,” said the clouds. “And us?” “Sisters Skylake,” he smiled sadly at the end of this play, their covenant.
When it rained, she felt sorrow—not her own, but that of the skies. “You are a Skylake,” her grandmother explained. “We are tied to the clouds.” She dismissed these tales of her clan and the Bears. Reason taught her something else. It was pure coincidence that she found herself studying migrations and weather patterns. She was drawn to the science, she said unconvincingly. And while she loved a large, hairy man, he came from another land. (Though he spoke her language beautifully.) Then amid a summer storm, suddenly, she could hear the clouds’ pain, understand her denials, and cry.
Poignant and lovely–some fine writing here.
Shirley Jones-Luke says
I love discovering other poets and their work. I’m always looking for inspiration!