My Porch as America
The Carolina wrens trill their distress,
a red alarm, blaring alert of danger,
again and again until my awareness
is drug out onto the porch –
The cat bathes lazy and obtuse in the sun
under the nest while momma hops
and screams. I go out, to bring the cat
in the house, again.
Everywhere, a threat. Everywhere folks
just trying to keep their babies
alive. Everywhere, people’s attention swinging.
Everywhere, citizens getting up to help.
Love the cat image, so true to nature.
The title is genius. I love this poem.
Beautiful, and very nicely done. “Everywhere folks/just trying to keep their babies/alive.” Yes.
This is my kind of poetry <3
Melissa – Love the expansion of porch event into something so much larger. Beautifully done!
Wonderful, concise clarity.
Love this! Great comparison!
I was drawn in by your title, and it is so appropriate, accurate.