They’ve Flown My Coop
A flock of renegades
they’ve taken to free-ranging
stirring things up
At my cautious approach
they ruffle and up-size
Feathered coils of anxiety
primed to flutter and squawk
newly bold and belligerent
I retreat and from a distance
begin to count them
making sure they’re all still there
oddly invested in their survival
My flock of feral worries
And here’s another poem, just because…well, you can laugh or you can cry, right?
These days I am wicked forgetful
Too often I’m feeling regretful
for things left undone
or never begun
I just can’t keep track of anything!
I’m hoping you see what I did there! lol
It has been a year. I’m wishing intensely for the end of the school year, but also wishing for more time. I’m worrying about quite a few things, and excited about a few others. I’m accepting sorrow and seeking joy. It’s all a balancing act, I guess. Some days I manage it better than others. Always I find comfort and solace in nature.
This week’s Poetry Friday Roundup is hosted by Carmela Martino at Teaching Authors.