Today’s prompt was for an evening poem, so I went with a metaphor of balanced equations, an evening out as it were. The initial image comes from the park where Amy and I took a walk this afternoon. Some men were sitting under a group of pine trees on a blanket, and a very brave squirrel had approached. It stood on its hind legs facing the group, and while one of them offered food, the rest took pictures with their phones. The rest is just free association, the idea being that I wanted to create equations which didn’t make immediate sense, but which might render up some meaning if you tease them a little. I hope I succeeded.
Evening
To find balance,
feed a squirrel part of your picnic lunch
and take its picture with your phone.
Use ions of rue as a catalyst
in a solution of boric acid and
a hipster’s skinny jeans.
The ratio between velocity and
an automaton is equal to
pi multiplied by available horsepower.
I cannot tell the difference
in cereal hitting the inside of a bowl
and my cat’s cry for affection.
Another Poem to Love 