Wednesday, June 27, 2012

A Feline View of Fencing

Springs skitter
Alluringly across the floor to
Hide in cracks

Wire flips and twines and twirls
And tempts

Tastes like bubble gum, and

Dragging back and forth in
Mousey patterns

This bag
Dark and deep, smells like
Laundry, and laps

Altogether, I approve

If only you weren’t gone so often, and so long
Depriving me of these lovely toys

Three Mantras

Don't dwell on mistakes
Worse, don’t try to set them right
Channel what feels good

Knowing I don't know
The root of what went wrong
Focus on the start

Think of puppies, kittens
Anything but "what to do"
Let the inner badger steer 

Sunday, June 3, 2012


Every time I fly I leave
A little bit of soul

Tucked beneath the covers
Snagged upon the roses' thorns
Folded in my sock drawer

It clings to domesticity like Cat
Clings to my sweater when I
Put him in the basement for the night

I love my routine,
Saluting sun from on my mat at
Walking to the metro soaking up the
Grudging warmth of spring
Trekking to the salle and back in joy and
Injury and health
Contemplating candle flame
Counting breaths
Padding down the stairs for ice packs and
Up again to
Cradling my dreams

Each flight disrupts the
Flow distorts the
Shape and balance of my life
Distances me from
Momentary peace

Souls are tied to places, they aren't built to
Hurtle through the sky
Stationary objects, undisrupted, stay at rest and
So should I