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

Tape
Tastes like bubble gum, and
Salt

Shoelaces
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
Beer
Anything but "what to do"
Let the inner badger steer 

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Displacement


Every time I fly I leave
A little bit of soul
Behind

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
Dawn
Walking to the metro soaking up the
Grudging warmth of spring
Trekking to the salle and back in joy and
Disappointment
Injury and health
Contemplating candle flame
Counting breaths
Padding down the stairs for ice packs and
Up again to
Bed
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