On Outliving One’s Child

He pads down dark corridors
peering into empty rooms

Loss curls around him
rubbing his stubble

He swallows it whole
and feels it settle
heavy
in his belly

Picking at a frayed seam
he wonders how he can be both
so full
and so empty

 

This is for Bjorn at dVerse Poets Pub where we have been asked to write a poem of forty-four words including the word, “curl”, also know as a quadrille.

Brownian Motion

ropollen
Red Oak pollen from the Department of Environmental Conservation

Organisms move
in a seemingly random dance
and people in our lives
enter and leave
at unknown intervals

There is a day
when leaves begin to turn
and geese fill the sky
with their southerly dance
and the sun bows down
ever earlier

Blind and deaf,
we do not see
the pattern of the steps
or hear the music
but only feel its beat
reverberating through our bodies

This is for the Imaginary Garden, where Bjorn asked us to write something about Brownian Motion, which he explained  as, “which is the random motion of particles suspended in a fluid that can be observed through a microscope.”