Goosebumps

A flock of honking geese
just flew over my city backyard
goosebumps, I got goosebumps
never, ever have I seen this
beautiful feat of nature from
my own little speck I call home
for an awesome morning moment
all my human burdens forgotten

—Terri Guillemets, 2019 July 31st

Midlife midriff

Eating a lot of garbage and dessert-obsessive
for several months, I put on a few pounds,
      — and more.
Waddling is hell, and fat is a problem for the heart;
      — I’m hungry & in pain.
Waist weight is a cruel joke, and age is no help.

—Terri Guillemets, 2019 July 19th, scrambled blackout poetry created from David Sedaris, Me Talk Pretty One Day, 2000, pages 136–139

This time last year

The shadows are falling the same as they were last year
The early summer calm sounds the same as it did last year
As it did at this same time last year, when the babies died
When the babies died, and the mama grieved for days.

—Terri Guillemets, 2019 May 27th

May birds of spirit

Mama dove paces the fencetop above her injured baby
It tries to fly with wounded wing, feathers not in sync
She waits, waits through afternoon and into nightfall
As patiently as love itself — life fluttering on the brink

—Terri Guillemets, 2019 May 26th