love's guest

i held her closely to my face

until she squirmed from my embrace,

mewing at the door.

knowing her wish, i opened it wide

to bid love’s guest to come inside,  

a good hello, a sweet goodbye.

(poem about my cat, Raja.  I was holding her last night to comfort me because my sister is getting married in two days, which is so exciting and hard at the same time.   Love’s guest is often surrender, and she gets invited over a lot.  In this case, love’s guest is also named Luke, who I love so much and makes it totally worth it to open the door.)  

radio weather report, npr, december 1, 2011

“Clear the skies tonight...”

she commands or prays

to us or God,

clearing her throat, the air 

waves re-tracting 

apologetically,

re-porting her tongue 

into a harbor of right words

that lack imagination,

ambition, faith.

“Clear skies tonight, high 

of thirty-seven.”