Yesterday was an eventful day.
His twin hadn’t been there to see it.
He sits on the front step for two hours
Talking to him on the phone.
They sift through the events
Passing the details back
And forth
Until both find common ground
Until each knows
Exactly as much
As the other knows.
An icy little wind devil
kicks up the air in my cube
leans against my left shoulder to read what I write
blows on my soup
peeks under my blanket
keeps making grabs for my toes.
The office AC has summoned him.
Only he who has been granted
the power of the thermostat
can send him back to the ninth circle
from whence he came.
I like my cats.
They’re soft and cute.
Their ears stick up.
Their tails stick up.
They don’t make a ruckus.
They follow me quietly.
They balance grace on their shoulders.
Their eyes are cautious yellow topaz.
When they lick yogurt off my finger
They are delicate, gentle
Careful with their claws and teeth
And they purrrrr
I reaped a cloud
with my little finger.
What a day that was.
I took it home
Put it in a jar
And labeled it
Do not open til Christmas.
But it got the cap loose
While I had it in storage
And it suffocated my family
For its vengeance.
I had reached too high.
I might have known
I couldn’t keep a cloud.
It’s easy to forget
But happiness
She always comes back
That emptyheaded little bluebird
Flutters off
God knows why
She has everything she needs here
I do all I can to make her comfortable
But sometimes she just
Has
To leave
And I wait for her
Looking anxiously out the window
Refilling her water bowl
Putting out her favorite treats
Trying in vain to lure her back
And hope
That she didn’t leave for good this time.
I need her
To fill my day with songs again.
Sarah D. Silvey 