PoetryOctober 11, 2007 8:53 pm
So close I can taste the salt on your skin.
That’s how I imagine myself.
But you’ve gone away
to the other side of Africa.
Come home soon.
This poem is a response to the prompt at Totally Optional Prompts.
I looked around for squirrels as I filled the water pans and bird baths in my backyard. Nobody there. So I dropped a few nuts on my back porch, and then went inside.
After I closed the door, I looked outside.
Two squirrels were running for the back porch. They gamed me.
But you don’t manipulate My Backyard two days in a row. Here’s how it went the next day.
I watered the animals. Looked around for squirrels to accept my bounty, didn’t find any, went inside. Squirrels followed, but didn’t find any nuts on the porch. Disappointed squirrels.
A few minutes later, I returned outside. Squirrels came to me for a handout. I was able to hand-deliver some nuts.
Why do I feel so triumphant? The squirrels have got me delivering nuts. They’ve got exactly what they want. Little devils!