I imagine you

by Jenny Checchia

I imagine you
On mountaintops--
Your head thrown back,
And arms out stretched--
Laughing at all
That has come before,
And beckoning everything
That is yet to be.
Come and get me--
Your steel-blue
Eyes tell the gods.
There will be a day
When you must return
To the house,
And the fur covered
Creature--black as a stallion,
And just as wyly--you
Call home.
But for now
You allow the wind to
Lift you hair;
Whispering stories, and
Enticements.
Begging you into
A vast adventure.

Jenny Checchia has lived in a desert, a metropolis, and--as of now--one of the many forgotten towns that make up the rest of New York that isn’t categorized as “the city.” She has worked so many jobs in these varied environments: fancy retail locations, many an administrative position, as a traveling book salesman, and at a veterinary hospital. She is not always kind, but tries to be. Jenny's favorite music is birds, and the whine of cicadas, especially as background to a great book.