Tag: 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

gold

there are three kinds of gold,

and they each have their worth:

there’s gold in the sky

and there’s gold in the earth,

but the third kind of gold’s

neither metal nor art–

it’s the kind you may find

in a heart

photos by me

Skittles?

Every time I see a doe out this way, near Stephanie’s place, I wonder if it could be Skittles. After all, we never did find out if she perished in that blizzard last winter or just found her place with her own kind and never looked back. I want to call out her name to see if I get a reaction from any of them, but she probably wouldn’t recognize me anymore. I pray she’s okay.

skittles, did you ever find

your rightful place among your kind?

or did you fall beneath the snow

to be with mom? we’ll never know!

–Photos by me

dirt demons

dirt demons, attempting to flee,

got into the roots of a tree

and upward they heaved

toward the thin, porous leaves

in the hopes that they soon would be free,

but an angel stood fast in their way

and she ordered the demons to stay,

thus ending their spree

but half-way up the tree–

where they can be seen to this day.

–photo by me