Poems & Essays

24 Feb

After the Children

General/Column No Response

It’s really much easier now—
all you have to do is stay steady, you said

as we rode on a chairlift made for four
above basalt mountain peaks 

jutting through untouched snow 
reaching for the highest alpine air

You’re right, I said. Falling would be the end
and what’s the point of tipping? The ride is easy 

after all, it isn’t even cold. There’s clean snow 
below and I’ve never breathed such air

But it takes work to hold still. Like a tree pose.
I leaned forward, wondered 

if I could touch those shiny black peaks 
pointing at me like arrowheads

I then tipped back, my legs sliding under
the pull bar. Any more, I’d leave our chair

so easy to slip and drop on unbroken snow crust 
formed by the heat of the afternoon sun 

Ana María Carbonell is a writer currently living in Berkeley, CA. Her work is forthcoming in Loch Raven Review and at the Popular Culture/American Culture Associations Conference. It has also appeared in MELUS (Multicultural Literatures of the U.S.) and was presented at Missoula’s Minority Literatures Conference. Ana María enjoys writing about cultural identity and relationships. Some of her favorite poets include Emily Dickinson, Mary Oliver, and Yusef Komunyakaa. When not writing, Ana María enjoys hiking, watching films, and dancing to live music, especially under an open sky.

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