Oreo Eyes
When we were young,
we built a snowman
at the base of Jimmy’s hill.
Built him on the line we ourselves drew,
a finish line to mark
our sled-run down the monster hill.
We built him large:
An icy Ozymandias
to proclaim our greatness
with stick arms
raising a rag-pile flag
to celebrate our glorious finish, later.
We would explode from a cloud of white
and slash across
that self-proclaimed final line, victorious.
Later,
we were always building
for later, back then.
But when our snowman was done,
we saw he had no eyes.
So we traded a little bit
of our gooey delicious present
for our vision of later
and gave our snowman
Oreo eyes.
Two sweet and empty black holes
absorbing everything
and seeing nothing.
We were so strong, then,
laughing as we dragged our sled
up that heroic hill,
slapping each other with cries
“Faster! Faster! More! More!”
Each step and cry
building muscles
building futures
until we reached the top,
proud and in a hurry
to take our seats
for the downhill slide.
We pushed until
the sled tipped downward,
imperceptibly slow at first.
We were still in control.
Then the white world
started to slide by
faster and faster until
we became captives
of the world’s cold gravity.
Small pieces of our fears
falling off of us like snow
as we flew,
unstoppable and screaming,
down the hill.
We squeezed our eyes shut
and found our lifetime prayer:
“Faster! Make it go faster forever!”
The snowman waits
with open arms, and Oreo eyes.
By Michael Guillebeau
Biography:
Michael Guillebeau has published seven novels, including MAD Librarian, which won the 2017 Foreword Review Award for Humor Book of the Year. He lives in Madison, Alabama, Panama City Beach, Florida and Portland, Oregon.