What Goes Up

Before Newton came,
we were floating around.
Now gravity exists,
we are safe on the ground –

or something like that;
I’m no PhD:
I was struck on the head
by a pumpkin, you see.

The Demons Return

He’d fluffed all his lines in a silly school play
and alone in his room he was sobbing away.
I told him how once, when I was his age,
it happened to me: “…then I ran off the stage.
But you stayed till the end and acted your part;
that you’re feeling ashamed is breaking my heart:
I’m so proud of you! Yes, smile; good lad.
You conquered your demons; I – ” “…You OK, Dad?”

Hello

I cluck my tongue.
The vixen stares.

An open window
and fifteen feet between,
man and fox exchange a look.

She’s unafraid
though she runs from cars,
a mystery
only she can solve.

I’ve introduced myself.
We have an understanding.
She returns to the shadow world.
I close the window.