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In Sickness and In Health, Poetry 0

Rabbit in Moonlight

By Pat Hanahoe-Dosch · On December 10, 2020

Rabbit in moonlight

startles as my door opens and clicks shut,
but rabbit doesn’t run:
it waits, poised on my lawn, interrupted.
If I don’t get too close,
it will ignore me, eat grass again.
Social distancing
in a world of startling relationships.

I walk toward it, waving my hands
to scare it away. “Get out! Go!”
It eats the tulips and daffodils.

It hops off, hides
under a clump of bushes that divide
my neighbors’ house from mine.
I stand in the street, breathe
air without a mask. No one else is there.

The full moon spreads
across lawns and asphalt
in the silence of pestilence,
in the empty waste of a neighborhood indoors,
focused on TV and the Internet
or holding hands, asleep.
Moon seeps into their dreams.

Moon welcomes rabbits and owls,
prey and hunters: somewhere,
a person coughs and keeps coughing.

Somewhere, someone is packed away
into a refrigerated trailer in a body bag
while moonlight flows
across angles and walls humming
a generator’s steady prayers.

No, those are your prayers.
These are my hands spread wide,
moonlight filling my palms
as I stand in the empty street in the night.
Moon spills through my fingers,
down my arms, drip, drip, drip,

then a door slams, and I flee back inside.

Click here to read Pat Hanahoe-Dosch on the origin of the poem.

 

 

Image: “Rabbit in the headlights” by Martyn Fletcher, licensed under CC 2.0.

Patricia Hanahoe-Dosch:
This poem started with a photograph because I’d been unable to write much since the beginning of the pandemic. I thought a photo would help me feel I was still creative. I stepped outside to see the full moon and saw a rabbit munching its way across our lawn in the moonlight. I snapped a photo, admired the moon, then went back inside to surf the Internet for more news about the coronavirus and read about trailers New York City hospitals were using for morgues. This was close to the peak of the deaths there in the first wave of the virus. I posted my photo on Instagram then went back outside, and there was that same rabbit, still eating our grass. I shouted at it. It just looked at me. Our neighborhood has been overrun with rabbits for several years now, and they destroy the lawns, gardens, backyards. I once thought of them as a pestilence. I ran toward it, waving my arms and shouting. It hopped away, disappearing under the hedge of bushes separating our house from our neighbors’ house. As I stood there, I realized how quiet everything was; not even any traffic on the main street behind us disturbed the silence. I breathed in the quiet and tried to breathe out my fear, and then went inside and wrote this poem.

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Pat Hanahoe-Dosch earned an MFA from the University of Arizona. Her poems have been published in The Paterson Literary Review, Rattle, The Atticus Review, Panoplyzine, Confrontation, Conjunctions, Rust + Moth, American Literary Review, Apple Valley Review, The Red River Review, San Pedro River Review, Apt among many others. Her books of poems, The Wrack Line and Fleeing Back, can be found on Amazon.com or the FutureCycle Press website. You can find more of her work at http://pathanahoedosch.blogspot.com/ and Twitter @PHanahoeDosch
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Pat Hanahoe-Dosch

Pat Hanahoe-Dosch earned an MFA from the University of Arizona. Her poems have been published in The Paterson Literary Review, Rattle, The Atticus Review, Panoplyzine, Confrontation, Conjunctions, Rust + Moth, American Literary Review, Apple Valley Review, The Red River Review, San Pedro River Review, Apt among many others. Her books of poems, The Wrack Line and Fleeing Back, can be found on Amazon.com or the FutureCycle Press website. You can find more of her work at http://pathanahoedosch.blogspot.com/ and Twitter @PHanahoeDosch

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