Poetry

  by Christina Donaldson--

Like a sly cat finding its way to my door

Poetry slips back into my world.

Just like the cat,

It’s always hanging around.

Waiting for a bite, a smile, a nod

Anything to transform its wild heart.

Anything to fix itself

A plate at my dinner table.

And little by little it is fed.

One course at a time,

We begin to remember one another.

“Dining together once more,”

It says.

And from the creaky corners of my heart’s longing

Comes a whisper,

“But you are my favorite guest,

Don’t you know?”