She is right to fear fire.
She hides underneath the neighbours porch.
Trying to coax her out is hard
when the roofers are tarring the roof.
As soon as she hears the flame going
back underneath she darts.
Oh little meower, I feel your anxiety.
She is right to fear fire.
She hides underneath the neighbours porch.
Trying to coax her out is hard
when the roofers are tarring the roof.
As soon as she hears the flame going
back underneath she darts.
Oh little meower, I feel your anxiety.
Time to let it go.
Clean it out.
Make sure the line keeps moving.
Sometimes it takes time.
Son knocking on the bathroom door
won’t make it go quicker.
A blast of frigid air
as the door to the outdoors is opened.
Frosty breath as the heat escapes your lungs.
A few shivers later
you regret letting the cat convince you
to go outside.
In a smoke filled room.
Sitting drinking coffee.
Underneath a beautiful night sky.
Watching fireflies.
Standing in a bakery line.
Deciding which cheese to buy.
Lying in bed almost asleep.
Imagining a different world.
Helping a neighbour bring in groceries.
Laughing and smiling.
Running away.
As a chance to finally fulfil life.
Progress has been made.
Delays happen.
Set backs occur.
Things are dealt with.
One more step in this journey.
Only when it is over
can the results be conclusive.
Until then,
work will always be needed.
I don’t want to fight.
Every morning.
Some weeks
all I want is a simple
errand done.
Reasoning with other human beings
can be exhausting.
There was fun to be had.
Things forgotten.
Time alone to think.
Reflection back to self.
Friends cheered up.
Puzzles solved.
Refreshed and almost ready for the upcoming week.
A mountain.
A swamp.
A bayou.
An ocean.
A tree.
An island.
A jewel.
A building.
Am I?
Do I need to be awake?
No.
Am I?
Yes.
To see nature’s glory?
No.
The cats got me up.
But I am glad to see the colours given to the sky.
You jump out of bed
eager to take on the world.
Or the tasks that lie ahead of you.
Other days
you want to throw
the alarm clock
out the window.