Thanks

I just wanted to write a quick thank you to anyone who has come here to read my writing, even if it was by accident. Ha ha! I can't believe that anyone other than people I know have even been here. In any case, a big thanks - truly.

Little Pieces

I've fallen upon
little pieces of you.
They were perched
in silence, clustered
like birds in the rafters,
heads tucked under
wing to protect them from
the December wind. I've arrived;
unannounced;
throwing open the doors
and letting the gales traverse
the wood-slatted walls,
breaking upon the
little bird pieces,
and watching
their scattered departure
with hope-helpless eyes.

Copyright, Catherine Young, 2012.

Rain falls from a cloudless sky,
Looking for some leaflife to nourish,
much like this mother - full of potential,
but useless.

Copyright, Catherine Young, 2012

Moustache

like an old-time moustache
riding haughtily upon
a fine gentleman's
upper lip, you
are comical to me

Workers

We dug all Sunday -
dug those trenches
so long and so straight;
their disappearance over
the horizon a primary school
lesson in perspective.
We dug and toiled and
sweat, right there next
to the 401,
watching Impalas and
Intrepids and Hyundai
Tuscons enter and exit
our lives with not a
thought. We dug all
Sunday; dug, and worked,
and wept, and had
our words on the day
of rest, because for us,
there never is any.

Copyright, Catherine Young, 2012.