sniggles – August 3


Rosie cat with a full morning bowl

meows fretfully at whomever comes

downstairs next until more, even

a sniggle, is added. It is not the food

but the humble obeisance, recognition,

acknowledgment, sacrament

of the care and feeding commitment.


I fly twelve hundred miles to visit

my son with several days at hand,

but the sniggle is all that will matter.

The first moments, Hello Daddy Hello

Michael, confirm, acknowledge, are

the sacrament, caring commitment,

love connection.


We do not need much in our lives

perhaps only moments, sniggles,

of connection, affirmation, promise,

but need them we do.


Take eat, embody the back together.

This is the real thing.



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