Thursday, September 8, 2011
The Way Home - Poetry 2011
Even her Gmail said she was invisible.
Hard to start the day with viable
resources when no one could see her;
she was a shadow from a dull dawn
slipping over internal landscape.
Thin clouds had the sun barely visible.
Was that better? Barely or invisible…
making her voice stronger, conversations
continued without acknowledgement.
Least the cat appreciated her touch;
least the dogs appreciated her walking them.
Their eyes steady on her face as she attached
leashes, grabbed a plastic bag and headed
out into the dispersed morning light.
She liked walking although mornings were noisy;
roaring by without a wave, neighbors headed to work.
Maybe she would keep walking all day just to see
how far she could go but considering the dogs,
she turned their noses to sniff the way home.