a dreary comfort lies
in chilled dampness today
rain falling gently
like a soft blanket of amity
my mind silenced
as I sit and gaze
out the window
no-one is outside
the only movement
the barn
in the back
growing
wet and dark
beadlets of water
hanging
from the veranda ceiling
glistening
like a strand of pearls
peppered
between still frames
a squirrel scampers
down the tree
grabs a pecan
dashs back to shelter
I remember days
like this, in my old home
looking out back
beyond my daughter's swing set
at a barn
watching cats slink
in and out
slyly
imagining
that once inside
they'd loose all control
don't we all do this at times?
stay composed
hide something
reserve trust
until we feel
safe
even though
that home
was much older
more modest
I used to think
a piece of me
was left there
6 years later
I now know
a part of it
lives in me
Adding your comment:
