Snapshot Poem 02 July 02008

Where I used to live, light
will be embracing this day
all the way around. Here,
where I live now, light
is shorter, night longer,
days waver less noticeably.

Again and again I dream
of moving. Places strange
and familiar; neighbors
oddly unknown. Today
one of the young squirrels
took bread from the feeder

and came to sit at arms-
length in the tree above me.
She turned and turned
the food in her tiny hands,
scattering crumbs, then
stretched out flat and cool

on the wide branch. I don't know
why she joins me here, morning
after morning. I see a pale bread-
crumb traveling across the stones,
and imagine the strong-backed ant,
bearing the weight, carrying the light.

This week's prompt is light.

Comments

[niki]

I love the picture - makes me want to be there. I can smell the flowers, feel the sun shining in, taste the strawberry shortcake and capaccino, and hear the classical music in the background.

You have a squirrel to share your (break bread with) breakfast. Thanks for sharing this lovely poem.

[...deb]

What a lovely spread...I can see her tiny hands, and the largeness of life too, and am delighted.

[Lirone]

Some very precise and evocative images here... I like the traveling breadcrumb, the idea of "neighbours oddly unknown. And as someone else who's in Winter when my normal home is in Summer, I do very much empathise with the first verse!

[blythe]

Oh, I really like the juxtaposition of neighbors unknown and your animal friends. And the image of the ant bearing the light. Very nice.

[Crafty Green Poet]

I love your description of the squirrel and the circle of nature continuing with the imagined ant. Lovely poem

[Nathan]

Great progression from/to the light. I like your use of movement around the speaker who longs to move, the "tiny hands," the "breadcrumb," the "strong-backed ant."