Human Nature

The Croaker Hole

 

I could see it from my kitchen window

I could see it from my kitchen window

The Croaker Hole tormented me

They said it was right where the smaller river joined the St. Johns

And I could see it from my kitchen window

They said it was a cold, clear spring boiling up

under the warm tea-stained, sluggish waters of the broad St. Johns

 

 

 

 

They said it was full of striped bass, giant catfish and blue crabs

They said I could go there

If I had the faith to dive through

Fifteen feet of alligator-infested warm tea

 

 

Alligator at night Can you see his glowing eyes?

Alligator at night
Can you see his glowing eyes?

But I had seen the gators’

Cold eyes at night reflected back in the beam of my flashlight

And the game warden had warned me about

Shorty, a one-eyed gator, thirteen feet long,

and spoiled by neighbors who fed him chicken carcasses.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If I had the faith

If I had the faith

But if I had the faith to dive through

The dark water

I would suddenly come to a vast

Underwater alien world

Full of wonders

 

 

 

 

If I had the faith

 

The Croaker Hole tormented me

Because I did not have the faith

And I knew I never would

About Je' Czaja aka Granny Savage

Je' is a writer, artist, and stand up philosopher. She founded and directed two non-profit organizations for disadvantaged children and their families, served as a missionary for three years, is the author of several books and teaches art. Twitter: @jeczaja FB: https://www.facebook.com/grannysavage Amazon Author page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00IU4RWKE

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