Following the Poetic Asides prompt today, which asked for a “space” poem. Found it difficult to come up with something cohesive, or even a title. This weird time forces me into a headspace where words don’t come as easily as they might have before. So when they do come, I feel as though they have been hard fought. It gives me appreciation for all the ways creativity works, and doesn’t work. Just another thing this present world is teaching me not to take for granted.
the space occupied by four bodies
in a small house
for three weeks
in the last gasp of winter
when snow fills
the empty streets
and the only visitor
is the neighbour’s cat
leaving paw prints
on the doorstep
like a calling card
from a more typical time.
the space between
the curtains and the window
where sunlight slips in
makes a bright spot
on the floor
like a not-so-subtle reminder
of an outside world
that exists and thrives
in absence of human interaction,
or intervention, where everything
forges on, without dwelling
on the challenge of now.
makes/me/so/digress 