Everything is ordinary, the rain birds
said, and I believed them, though
the morning breeze had blown
my cat away, and the wasps set up
a circus in the bedroom.
When I voiced a few concerns, they told
me that the wasp show must go on,
and when I hinted at a discount on the door,
they insisted I must pay full price.
And yet I always treat them well—
I buzz a little sweetness in their ears
and avoid comparisons with butterflies.
My cat returned in the afternoon,
all blow-dry hair and jungle eyes,
and the swarm of wasps, who call
themselves Marissa now, are
learning to play the cello.
I know the moths are jealous,
they’re meeting in the wardrobe
to choose themselves a name,
and everything is ordinary.
The Wasp (Marimbondo) is a Brazilian dance, and the Wasp Circus (Circo Marimbondo) is one of my favorite Milton Nascimento songs. It was also a source for my short story The Rising at The Colored Lens.
artwork
Six more Sundays
“all blow-dry hair and jungle eyes” – isn’t that just like a cat – sophistication and primal urges all in one fluffy package
Yes. And we’re definitely talking about cats :).
What a treat it is to read your work Steve – I just read The Rising – marvelous. Thank-you.
Thanks Leanne, glad you enjoyed it. I send the short stories to publishers, poetry is just for fun 🙂 .
What a wonderful way to start my day. Fantastic, thank you, Steve. 💖
Thanks, glad you liked it. I usually start with strong coffee. And possibly aspirin :).
What fun! I feel lighter. 🙂
It was fun to write, I’m glad that feeling came out of it. I was breathing a bit of helium too :).