Song Effusive Episode 7 – Little One by Strawberry Runners
Wednesday June 2nd, 2015
By Cherie Rae Cobbs
I lay in a warm bath at the end of an early summer day in an empty, settled house. The window is open and there is a slim, cool breeze lurking through the fevered air. Outside there is a concert of sound. We have a measured bass line provided by the vigorous bounce of a basketball two houses down, the awkward, wobbly cadence of a young child on roller skates out in the road and some sort of shrill battle cry waged by an industrial strength drill echoing for what feels like miles.
I spent the day quietly in the way that one does when you’re alone. I picked up the tangle of clothes on the floor and found a way to right them. I shook out the rugs and a sea of debris flew across the yard. I washed the dishes and polished the piano too.
I enjoyed a long swallow of silky vodka outside in the sun and brought a book filled with stories of ghastly discoveries by anthropologists from far away lands, in far away times. I read as long as I could before fatigue started to set in.
In this tranquil state I heard a bee fly up from behind. He buzzed past my face and I thought I heard your name. He was the first I’ve seen this season and it married with my drink, the emerald green of my yard, the chestnut bamboo of a nearby shade and my restful, roaming heart which welcomes it all over again.