Beast Of Burden
Poem By Francis Santaquilani
He bolts from the house to the sidewalk
Thinking his speed and gyrations
Will protect him from the cold and prevent
The wet snow from sticking to his socks.
He twirls, hops and swats the swirling snow,
Squinting to see if she nears.
There she is!
Down the middle of the white street she
Trudges headlong into the whirling winter.
Heavy, wide snowflakes cloud the streetlights
Like brawling, white leaves at the top of
Pefectly straight trees.
In and out of light,
In and out of focus, in and out of nightmares,
In over her head, a bag under each arm,
A bag in each hand, purse around her neck,
Mother, father, aunt, uncle, daughter,
Breadwinner, caretaker, enabler, homemaker,
Teacher, keeper of the faith and heroine
For making it to the store before it closed.