Outrageous
by
Radiance Angelina Petro

I put on an extra shirt before going outside
this morning–the one that stays open for lack of buttons—
and go out wondering what outrageous things
I’ll see today. Maybe another half-eaten deer leg
on the ground by the edge of the cornfield. Maybe
another woodchuck waddling back into the underbrush
with its mouth full of clover. Maybe I’ll see
the baby Eastern Cottontails nibbling the morning grass.
Maybe I’ll notice the wine berries again, and the dew
on the slender, fuzzy cornstalks. Maybe I’ll remember
how alive I am, and how grateful. Maybe when I get back
to the Barn I’ll carry wonder into the room,
and to the chair where I write poetry after my morning walks,
and pour it into my favorite pen and spill it across the page–
that too is just as outrageous as anything I know.