I have been a day ahead all week, not on my poems, but in my mind. But today actually is Friday.
Had to get the poem done early, because of other things that have to be done, so it’s short again. If I had more time (or when I do!) I would try the NaPoWriMo prompt calling for poets to name your alter-ego, and then describe him/her in detail. Then write in your alter-ego’s voice. Maybe your alter-ego is a streetwise detective, or a superhero, or a very small goldfinch. It sounds fun and creative.
Instead I’ve gone with the 30/30 prompt “roadside distraction,” which is also the title of the poem.
The way a mother moose,
bold against a frozen
ditch pond, a snowy field, a colourless sky,
stands with head tilted back,
waiting for her awkward calf
to stagger its new legs across the ice.
If I could stop to take their photo,
I would — tourist imposing on quiet nature —
but in the backseat, you sleep fever restless,
hair stuck to sweaty forehead,
red cheek pressed against the window,
trusting me — for a long time yet —
to get you somewhere comfortable