Just working on some flash poetry. Thought I'd share this one. Have a nice evening. C.A.
The Return
Soundly, I sleep
on the floor,
and I don't even hear
the storm
but later, walking,
I come upon
the complete view,
the startling aftermath --
random branches
scattered across
the pavement
like shredded,
divine toothpicks
thrown down
from heaven.
And indeed, each tree
is whispering, I am
missing something.
And then comes
the tiny, growling
dog. As if my twin,
he is unaware
of his size and bark.
Together, we draw near,
challenging the Boxer
and the Pit. Simply,
they stare back.
No fight, no return.
And indeed, each dog
is whispering, Be you.
And now, in the quiet
room, chewing on spinach,
I feel my fingers
moving again,
and I remember the patterns --
the precarious lives
of canines, humans, and sticks --
the way that each one
wedges into the other,
like one leaf
caught between
the teeth. And indeed,
I am whispering back.
C.A. MacConnell
