What’s Wrong?

Awkward Mermaid
Sep 3, 2018 · 2 min read

By Nels Frank Hanson

First I asked the doves
what was wrong and they
only answered mournfully.

Next I tried to question
the gray foxes but scenting
my human smell they ran

far into the hills. My whistle
to a mockingbird received no
response, her warning song

to other mockingbirds. So I
approached the rooted walnut
tree. Green leaves flickered

just once before holding still
as stone. Finally I visited
the worms, received same

mute reply, too busy sifting
dead for resurrection. Sky
said nothing, no whisper

from a single cloud. Water
flowing to the bay wouldn’t
pause a second and of course

the ancient rain repeated its
one excuse. All books kept to
their own story, white pages

with black lines like waves
indentured to an unchanging
moon. Why a world refused

to say why men do the things
they do is a different question
I’ll remember if I ask again


Nels Hanson grew up on a small raisin and tree fruit farm in the San Joaquin Valley of California, earned degrees from U.C. Santa Cruz and the U of Montana, and has worked as a farmer, teacher and contract writer/editor. His fiction received the San Francisco Foundation’s James D. Phelan Award and Pushcart nominations in 2010, 2012, 2014 and 2016. His poems received a 2014 Pushcart nomination, Sharkpack Review’s 2014 Prospero Prize, and 2015 and 2016 Best of the Net nominations. He lives with his wife Vicki on California’s Central Coast.

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