Poetry

Sarasota to Seattle

The cat woman feel, mysterious and sleek.

I’m traveling light and dressed all in black.

To Seattle I go, escape the heat.

Clothing mailed. Gave myself a swath of slack.

 

 

Been eating light. Carrots in a baggy.

Pre trip exercise and lost some bloat.

Got all my sleep–not feeling shaggy.

Topping it off with a new corduroy coat.

 

A few toiletries, wallet, and glasses

Journal, pens, a new magazine to read.

I feel like a ninja, no suitcase hassles.

Consolidated tote purse–all I need.

 

My cat woman adventure feels so right.

Yay this day!  Forty degrees fahrenheit! 

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BRIEF TRIP

A cool wind wrapped around me twice

Pulled me softly from my blues

Lifted me to skyline heights

And then returned me to my shoes

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IN THE MOMENT

Cast like a net of diamonds,

stars hung, 

legion.

A constellation,

tiara on the head of night.

Sky of silky natural-

jet blackness.

Loosely woven sheaths of air.

Firefly highlights,

under

the full orb,

butter moon.

Owls,

upon unmoving branches,

the “whooo”–

cooing,

waiting.

The air, the wind,

tepid like forgotten bathwater,

fluid, ink darkness,

flowed round me like velvet drapes.

And in my saturation

of this other earthly moment,

I closed my eyes, and dreamt,

of no other time.

by Sara Mossma