Home congregates around me like traffic
jams in a rotary during rush hours.
History and media penetrate
waking and sleeping, working and meeting.
I go off on tangents without warning
like my cats chase feathers on pole and string.
Hunger factors into the too much life
passion brings, but I am not yet sorry.
As long as prayers and naps heal, I welcomethe Light and Darkness intersecting here.
For Sumana's prompt
and for day 13 of National Poetry Month.
*Note: All April poem-a-day poems are rough drafts awaiting revision.
Copyright © 2016 Susan L. Chast