Some days I feel as though
we are all at the park
lying on our backs in the grass
looking at the clouds, and
what everyone else agrees is a dog
appears to me as a silhouetted pig
Category Archives: Poem
The Water is Gone
The water is gone.
I tried to pool some into a cup, but
it is not there to be cupped.
I walk the forest
with last year’s stream in my mind
but the creek bed is dry.
Now I am upstream
and each turn is a lesson as to how
all sounds are echoes
coming through the hills
from somewhere further afield.
I think of walking on
although today
the further into woods I might walk
the further it seems to be.
The Daughter
I made mine just the same as you made yours
and mine turned out the same as yours did
I began making mine before I knew better
when what I wanted was what you wanted
In the end I threw away so many of the
obsolete arts and crafts you taught me
I start again when I am many years older
many years behind me and perhaps lost
This time I make mine in the shape of myself
calling it some new kind of womanhood
someone balancing on new feet, I stand
and start again, it is late but not too late
Colette Kay 