Zebras
I fashion zebras
however I can.
Each one is distinct,
printed with
patterns decreed
under her skin.
I know that the wild
herds in my mind
will not stampede
across this page.
They are fierce, free,
run where they will.
Each zebra is shy
of reins, contains
whole rainbows,
has no need of me,
but still I sing to each.
I summon them by
stroking black ink
on fields of blank
white. Maybe they
will turn, catch me
in nets cast by
their bold stripes.
Then, just
for a moment,
I can stand near,
breathe alongside.
Leslie Schultz
Zebras are my favorite wild animal, I think. I was so happy to see that sculpture near the Minneapolis Institute of Art.
Wonderful poem – a bit whimsical and joyful!