Noah's Wife

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I endured the taunts, the jeers

when my husband hewed the wood

for a gigantic boat. I did not know

why it had to be so huge, that we

would take two of every species,

even snakes and spiders and lions.

I was too busy readying food to last

until the rain stopped. How could I

foresee the stench, the piles of turds,

long desperate days when all seemed lost?

Noah, patient man, tried to keep

the hoards of animals fed and calm

but they preferred open spaces,

not cramped quarters shared with

former enemies. They stomped and

stewed, stymied by their situation.

Forty endless days and nights of

deafening bellows, screeches

mooing, shrieking, cockle-doodling

before the waters ebbed. I clapped

in glee to see downpours end, pale green

shoots appear, no more bedding

with smelly sheep and bristly boars,

able to feel cool breezes and drink

in rays of sun. The eagles soared,
coyotes roamed, tigers stalked,

and I praised God for the rainbow.