ASTRONOMY

A little snow on the mountains. 

  

I'm happy most days, 

content to stay home, play

with words, moving them around to see what they say,

watch how the mountains don't move,

how the desert shifts, yet each grain of sand simply fits,

how the fox and I connect with a longing stare,
him gliding across the road,

me alone with so many questions in the air, 

how my dogs sleep, until they hear the howl of coyotes,

skinny and jealous in the night.

But not all days are the same.
Some days, there's a tremor, a disturbance
making my heart pulsate to the tempo of fear,
my neck cement in pain,
my brain circumnavigate itself,
sparking scenes imagined,
flashes - not real
but they could be if...
and if...

and if...

Today's one of those days,
but I know the world revolves
around the sun.




(Submitted to Dverse Poets.)