What I'm Hungry For

I have no time for words --

I raid the fridge,
pillage the cabinets,
finding, finally,
that nothing satisfies

they roll from corner to
corner, like pencils
across a desk;

screaming but unwritten
they beckon like an empty
desk, lit, and waiting

Heather Reed 2005

It's Raining, Again

Big surprise. A few days of glorious sun, then the rain. It feels bipolar. Hmmm, there must be a poem in that. Here's today's:

beacons

beacons from a grand opening
send lights across the winter sky
he asks me what they are

I’m pretending they’re angels
I tell him; and say I’ll write a poem
he thinks they’re spirits
but we both agree it’s pretty

my nine-year-old and me
flying through the night sky
guided by spirits or angels
it doesn’t matter which
we smile, happy


2005 Heather Reed