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  • Mika in a Fog

     
    Wise little raccoon, surprised
    to find twist ties and cotton batting
    in her pockets because, did we go out today?

     
    Raccoon and her tuxedo cat in her den,
    up a tree, out on a limb. No money,
    no nuts. And acorns all around.
     

    Something. What animal is it? An empty
    bushel gourd. What vegetable is it?
    DVD’s from the thrift store. What time
    is it? No mail today, didn’t check but

     
    surely not. Did the short legged dogs
    up the road bark? Well, there’s your
    proof. Something needs saying.
     

    Not now because laundry or possibly
    a walk in the fog. Tea. Raccoon starts
    with tea and a serious investigation
    of the contents of her pockets.

     
     
     
    ***

    The Captive Fire
     
    She tosses the yarn
    and the kittens roll with it,
    hitting the wall at the
    propane heater,
    its grill a cage for
    the captive fire within.
     
    She lets out a smile
    but it swings back to her,
    on a pendulum,
    like a good smile,
    contained in quiet play.
     
    In the span of a sigh
    the kittens will leave, cats,
    echoes of the children
    who fell, men and women,
    from her breast.
    She would give a breast
    to be needed
    that way again.
     
    She snatches the yarn
    and the kittens
    settle for her shoelace
    as she finishes the fringe
    on her fourth grandson’s afghan.
    Muted shades of
    red, orange and yellow.

    About The Author

    Wren Tuatha, beach

    Wren Tuatha

    Wren is a writer/educator/activist and has spent most of her adult life as an organizer with Heathcote Community, working on issues such as LGBT diversity, sustainability, simple living, animal rights and privilege/oppression. She founded Heathcote’s Open Classroom program, worked with interns and hosted a house concert series. With poet Jean Cushman she founded and facilitated Baltimore’s Sunday Salon writers’ group. With Food Not Bombs co-founder C.T. Lawrence Butler, Wren toured Occupy encampments teaching consensus workshops. Wren’s poetry has appeared in The Baltimore Review, Pirene’s Fountain, Loch Raven Review, Digges’ Choice, The Green Revolution, Red Fez, Winamop and the anthology Grease and Tears. She won a Young Authors Award in Poetry from The Courier Journal. She now lives in Northern California.