Saturday, September 18, 2010

Interesting Times


To live under a curse is to live under the blessing of a challenge.

1 comment:

Dr. Mike said...

Notes from the Hills

When it was January
We used to fear ice storms
We used to run out of gas
To heat the cabin
Now the sun blisters
Chinks out of the logs
It’s too hot to breathe
And the wolf-dog’s fur
Scabs off in clumps.

When it was April
We used to fear rwisters
We’d stock the basement
With pickled fruit
Now sleet sags down
Blowing the power out
As snow infests
The wolf-dog’s cubs
With bitter coughs

When it was July
We’d hide in the shadow
Of the front porch
Waiting for the cabin
To cool down
Now run-offs from the mountain
Ravage the herb garden
Where the wolf-dog lies
While its cubs scrounge for water

There are no reasons
Any more except for
What natives remember
Of bedbug infestations
And cubs scratching
Lice from their bellies
To please the rats
They drag from beneath
The cabin’s front porch

[Disposable Poem September 18, 2010]
Dr. Mike