Category: poetry

Crazy in the Night

My cat Freya and I were looking out at the night sky

And wondering where we might get some milk so late.

Seeing no possible solution, I somehow hurled myself

Into the starry depths of space, and, stopping long enough

To have a quick belt with Orion and to pet the Dog Star,

I grabbed the Big Dipper and rode the Horsehead Nebula

Down to the Milky Way where I filled it to the top.

Then I slid down a moonbeam to my kitchen table.

“And you thought I was crazy,” I said as I poured

The luminous liquid into her empty bowl.

“Maybe a little,” she replied.

–photo by me

Getting Along

If these three natural enemies can get along, why can’t we? In a world that seems more complex with each new generation, we find ourselves having difficulty in deciding who’s on the right side of current global altercations. The Israeli/Hamas situation is one such predicament, and choosing either side seems wrong. There is a third possibility, however:

when arguments

go on and on

it’s likely that

both sides are wrong

–Photo by me