IN THE PASSAGE

squirrels thrive, after all, largely solo
apart from the mating chase or bout
though they’ll sleep six or seven together yet
repeated delays that autumn allowed little rest

and precluded burying nuts as well as his lady’s
daffodil and iris bulbs et cetera packed away
what they could, hoping they could cobble a nest

*   *   *

or any of the time-bombs
ticking away

among the not-so-everyday matters

*   *   *

you think you’re settled, but you’re not

in any of the different schools of thought

*   *   *

even on a clouded night, the stars incant
“Look where you are, in your small space”

Poem copyright 2015 by Jnana Hodson
To read the full set of squirrelly poems,
click here.

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