twists & turns & possiblities

Little did I know when I sat in that sunny chair and read the following poem three springs ago, that I would have gone to graduate school full-time and then returned to Seattle.  And little did I know when I sat in this room last week, that I would have two job offers fall into my week.  Stay tuned for details, while enjoy this Kenyon delight.

Afternoon in the House

It's quiet here.  The cats
sprawl, each
in a favored place.
The geranium leans this way
to see if I'm writing about her:
head all petals, brown
stalks, and those green fans.
So you see,
I am writing about you.

I turn on the radio.  Wrong.
Let's not have any noise
in this room, except
the sound of a voice reading a poem.
The cats request
The Meadow Mouse, by Theodore Roethke.

The house settles down on its haunches
for a doze.
I know you are with me, plants,
and cats--even so, I'm frightened,
sitting in the middle of perfect
possibility.