Jeff Ruane CC
Fresh and Unadorned
One day I will fistfight
zoo animals. The great
tremor will come, and
all the walls will fall.
Like goldfish in a bowl,
every being grows to the
size of his environment.
Billions of years ago,
fat carp stalked the plains,
wrapped in skins of others.
Flaming gold coats and
mascot heads with fangs.
Winners and losers. Mixed
and matched and worn.
Daddy told me our toaster could sense
when a slice of bread should pop.
I cradled this, my father’s imparted wisdom.
Gauges within that $15, mirrored-metal cube
measured the moisture inside every fiber
of yeast and flour
till the perfect dryness had been attained.
Even as age dispelled my myth,
I hovered and gazed at the glowing,
fire-orange wires within
the gaping wounds of that dead box
with quiet unshaken faith.
Likewise, I have faith in God’s presence
Steve Jensen is an Iowan living in Seattle with his wife, kids, and dog. There were brief stops in Kansas City, St. Louis, and London along the way. He will always want to know the size of your town.
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