Still struggling to create, still struggling over all. So, I’ll share another poem I wrote a while back. Thank God I have this stuff to pass along on off days. My apologies for this deviation from the normal fare. I hope this gives you another sense of who I am as a writer.
Meditation
Summers I plant petunias
arrange them on porches
and watch from front windows
The burrowing of cats
kneading
the almost gray
of almost morning
The lawn is mowed
The hedges trimmed and
still
I am haunted
By the rose which is not a rose
By the rose which is not a rose
Silence
Breath
Scent
call it yellow
elbow
below
itself
sinking
paying homage to palms
I do not know you
I do not know myself
We are in ruin among the apple seeds
Kathryn M. McCullough 