Archive | April 2017

Morning Has Broken

I tried
this and that
to elude
the sleep
I knew
must come
but distractions
fell
one lash
by lash
until the dreaded
dark
the sinister
softness
of my pillow
with its
gentle-nodding
eyelid-pulling
beguiling
cotton guise
taunted me
with memories
I couldn’t
know
hours of dreams
I couldn’t
live
till sunlight
shutter crashed
my fluttered lashes
my tossing
and turning
on the light
may have saved me
once again

What I Learned in Squirrel 101

They know
a butt end
bread crust
torn in threes
not good enough
for me to keep
is left atop
fence posts
set out for them
my meager
attempt to sustain
all I need
the chittering
silver twitches
of defiant tail
misinterpreted
as thanks
but they know
the glass door
between us
only good enough
to keep me
from being
torn in threes.