Echos

Military portals echo and transport me to a violent past, covered in a soft blanket of moss. Butterflies and purple wildflowers grow everywhere and distract me like an embroidered veil shrouding a history of grief. 

Maybe I’m dramatic,

And then it snows, and the world goes quiet. 


The next day walking towards the echos, prints of a fox and a vole circle around– 

There are no secrets in the snow. 


An echo reverberates through the island again, and then the light pours through the trees. 


I can’t hear for a moment and look out to sea, the black deep swallowing up a single swan feeding on the open ocean.


Is it lonely here? 


Snow clouds on the horizon glow oranges and pink. It’s almost dark and I pour myself a drink. Totally perplexed at my anxiety I sit down and watch more echos. Looking for a distraction, I google what other animals grieve. And I see news of a bolide over Norway. 


Not sure why I can’t sleep. I watch more echos and then I wake up and take another walk. I see where animals have made their homes. There are no secrets in the snow, I repeat to myself. 


Is privacy a right? 

Do all swans find a mate, or are some always alone?


No light today. No distractions. 

It’s my dad's birthday. 

I google what animals stay in families forever. 


Am I hungry or thirsty?

What am I doing here?


Yesterday I looked into an abandoned house on the North Harbor. There were beer cans and cigarette trash littered around an old wood stove. A very glossy chipped red door was the portal to the kitchen. 

And then I saw a heap of feathers below one of the windows. I walked around and looked into the other windows. There were three of those corpse heaps under each window I could see. 


Orcas stay in families for a long time. Like humans, often for life. 

They are also the cruelest, most intelligent hunters aside from us. 

I wonder why I dream about them all the time?


Should I have a child?


I think I’m thirsty, but I should probably only have water. 


After an hour in the sauna I feel better. Warmth is a distraction, and maybe an echo of when we felt safest. 


Elephants stay in families for a long time too.