Two Poems by Michele Rule

 

Confinement

 

I plunge my shovel into the dirt

try to dig my way out of confinement

But unlike the birds who flit

in and out of this green cage

of towering pines

I find no escape

Watching as water fills the desperate hole

drowning worms

while the bees in their obsession

seem content

to drone on amongst the cosmos

I am jealous of their wings

Foot Loose

 

They found another foot

floating in the sea.

Loose foot. Not fancy-free

nor full of fancy.

Not fanciful.

You're grown another foot (or rather).

Foot-long, longing for that foot

playing footsie under the table.

Lost your footing

for the fleetingest moment

finding feet amongst the flotsam and jetsam.

Michele Rule - is living life day by day in the beautiful Okanagan. She respectfully acknowledges that she is living in the traditional unceded territory of the Syilx people.