We used to be seven

My curls used to be sunshine

Colored

You used to be stubborn

Naive stubborn.

The powder used to hit our knees

On the days

When we could eat lunch in four bites

Even though our mouths were smaller

Just to get back

To carving Ss

In sugar white cold the kind that left our cheeks pink

Now we know better and wear buffs.

I used to have leggings with unicorns

You used to have mud boots with cats

My leggings are blue

And my boots are black.

I still remember

Like I’ve got photos

Of the way the barn smells

And the looks the liftie gave us

The looks they all did

The way we didn’t mind.

I’ve got boxes of those photos

But none at all.

My funny little friend

appearing at my door

day in and day out

to say hello to me.

So intelligent

yet so stupid

chasing after fallen leaves and blades of grass

lying on the doormat

waiting for me to appear

and sometimes

when I do show up

you stay sprawled right in front of the door

unwilling to move

saying,

Go around me

you have other doors

because you're so comfortable

the white fur on your stomach exposed as you roll around

hooking your claws in the mat

scratching

pulling

tugging

brushing up against me

wandering around the porch

rubbing up against the box of chalk

guarding our front porch

against what?

Only you really know

pacing and nuzzling

sitting and staring

claiming this place as your own

claiming me as your own

you are my equal

sometimes I don't understand you

but most times

it's just contentment and tranquility

living in the moment, maybe

having moved on from the past

and not having to worry about the future

as the dappled sunlight in between the leaves shines on your face

as you close your eyes

you never really sleep

it's just resting

basking in the sunlight

sleepy and calm after an exhausting day

you know how to live

can you teach the rest of us?

The sky is falling 

Please look up

The sky is falling

I don’t know how you can’t see it

Wait

Yes I do

You don’t want to

You choose ignorance

And stagnant water

Over knowledge

And a whirlpool of change

The sky is falling

Dear friend 

The sky is falling

It may not mend

The sky is falling

Dear family

The sky is falling

But to what end?

Will the world be better

Or worse

When we find ourselves

Without a sky?