One Frog
Tonight one frog sings outside. It’s no country for rain. I live far away, but I can hear this one frog, it’s a loud frog, alone in some creek or other, in a county of two lane roads that twist in the dark. Still there is comfort here because somewhere glimmering among the darkened trees is a lighted window. An old man and his nephew sit inside, whittling.They’re making toys. One makes a small cart with rolling wheels; the other makes a dog with a wagging tail. There are no children nearby, not even in the neighboring counties, so one might wonder who the toys are for. But the old man and his nephew don’t seem concerned; they just keep whittling. Occasionally one of them smiles. The shavings go into the fire. The frog sings. The roads twist in the dark. The creek is low. One day it might rain.
Kyla Houbolt has two chapbooks in print: Dawn’s Fool with Ice Floe Press, and Tuned with CCCP Chapbooks. Her published work online can be found here: https://linktr.ee/luaz_poet and she is on Twitter @luaz_poet.