Rebekah Uptain

Stomping on Anthills

 

In this big old goofy world, deer hang on walls

and kittens are born, slimy-wet, into waiting laps. 

 

If you walk into that old house, the time-bent

branches hang in front of warped windows. 

 

There, you see the ants crawling circles, 

poison-mad, and wonder if you wandered into 

 

the old house because you, too, are filled with 

a madness that will have you walking 

 

the circumference of your childhood, 

searching for the diameter that bisects

 

the good and bad into clean, easily-eaten

slices.

 

Rebekah lives along the banks of the Tennessee River and enjoys traveling, meeting new people, and thinking deeply about life and its many intricacies. She is a lifelong learner, artist, and writer who often finds that she expresses herself best through poetry.