Alice

Alice drank the bottle dry
Her life shifted
She craved entertainment
Following an impossible rabbit.

Her life shifted
The garden was beautiful for a time
But getting out was a problem
And overeating overcompensated.

She craved entertainment
But was swept away in a pool of tears
People plied her with reasoning
Which made no sense to Alice.

Following an impossible rabbit
Alice joined a tea drinking forum
And met many false friends
Narrowly avoiding heartbreak.

Sunset

If you are a sunset
I’ll stand by my easel
Watching in wonder
as you paint the air.

If you are a rainbow
I’ll follow your glory
Skip with your silken thread
Dance in your hair.

If you are the moonlight
I’ll whisper your pathway
Howl to your melody
Bow to your prayer.

If you are my mentor
My sweetheart, my friend
I’ll know that true beauty
is your tender care.

Snow Cat

A cat glances through the dusk at snowflake-
beasties teasing past her shallow window slumber.
Catching the flakes in a fish eye’d
dream frenzy, she
eats the tamed indoor air and almost
falls from her winter seat.

Gathering composure,
her body arcs and she glides
into the kitchen to investigate,
jumping effortlessly onto forbidden
kitchen surfaces,
looking for amusement more than
meat.

Now bored and restless from a day
on window watch,
perhaps, she thinks, I will venture out.
Quietly does it through the flap,
risking the cold, ears flattening;
she picks her way down the hidden path
then onto the gate, snow melting
under her warm belly.

Very soon she returns to the house,
walking in her own deep pawprints,
exonerated from hunting duties,
yearning for a cosy blanket;
zest for comfort supplanting other instincts.

Running Out

Gas is running out. Coal is

running out. Patience is exhausted.

Sage is just an antiquated word,

and thyme moves on inexoriably.

When beauty becomes the name of a blurred remembering

Beyond the helping hand of hearing aids and spectacles

I will run out into the street like a lost toddler

Screaming to be reconnected.