The Word For Today And Every Day
written by: John Grey
These words are like pets.
Wind and warbler may not
cuddle up with me
under the blankets
but they’re ready when dreams are,
my subconscious, a brotherhood
where water and sky await.
When I write,
I don’t consciously seek them out
but they curl up at my feet,
lick my toes,
gently nudge my attention.
Neither a grim cityscape
nor torrid love affair deter them.
I may be dealing with the danger
or the betrayal now
but soon enough
I’ll come back to fields and flowers and their ilk.
For they love me
even if I ignore them for a time.
Rain, stones,
long grass that infiltrates the trees –
they’d be called Fido in another life.
But I don’t have a dog.
Sunlight never felt the need for one.
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Soundings East, Dalhousie Review and Connecticut River Review. Latest book, “Leaves On Pages” is available through Amazon.
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