Once, before dusk, we all went down
to the river and then up again to leapfrog
down to the river, only my mother couldn’t
leap so she crawled over us, belly to back like frogs
in spring. Water risen and clouds lost to the west,
a chorus bubbles up, a pimply persistence, a frog
cantata heralding increase. Hurry to find a mate!
Soon enough, herons and egrets will come for frog
heart and golden-eyed minnow and a mate in the reeds.
How much there is to sing of, breathless as frog
at noon, a song echoing desire, our pent-up viral
longing for something more than monitor, a frog-
leap into the world, a breath our lungs pull into a deep
embrace, round and translucent as egg of frog.
Ode to Frog by Athena Kildegaard | Sandalwood & Rose Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
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