false & unreal

false & unreal


There is heavy tapping on
this rooftop while I wonder
if electricity will hold.

As I consider, I have already
wandered off in dark to where
flashlight dwells.

Already I have imagined
myself as blind man,
suddenly devoid of sight,
with world open to me
only by touch & sound.

I do this while rain
shortens & I am still in
well lit house.

How easy it is to let go
of now & be lost
in somewhere
false & unreal.

05/20-21/10

(Poetry © 2010 by j. m. Scoville)

[artistic photography created by http://www.louviereandvanessa.com/]

Without My Help

i.
In silence, a little hum stirs
to skip across carpet.

Windows darken in a way
both familiar & comforting.

Rabbit nibbles grass
just beyond glass
& we quietly watch –
almost holding our breaths.

ii.
Birds surrender their sounds
to the hour, laying them across
our wooden porch in trade
for feed & water.

But I don’t deal in water.

It falls without my help.

05/19-20/10

(© 2010 by j. m. Scoville)