CategoryPoetry

You said you were going to change the world.
But did you want the world to change
or did you want to be the one to change it?

Nothing works right when you’re not here. The fridge
died, but the porch was cold enough to store
the food until the expert came. A bird
came through the furnace flue exciting cats
and me. [When I caught it, its heart beat fast.]

The operation of the sun
of all aught which comes into existence.
The first selfmoving being to miracle an other.
A mover which is impossible without contradiction.

We set out with poles and line
Into the pre-dawn dark
He leads, but I am
Uncertain through the murk and mud
I linger too long and he
Slips into the trees