"Winter" - Rob White



"Winter" - Rob White


Like most gifts, I brought you home in a box
You’ve been trying to get back into boxes ever since
My girlfriend said I needed a companion
So together we adopted you
She wanted the fluffy one
But your wide golden eyes spoke to me
A companion you became
Long after girlfriend was gone
A tiny chirping sprite
Unable or unwilling to form a meow for most of your life
You spoke in squirrel noises
A chirp in greeting when I walked in the room
A cry of announcement when you jumped on my lap
A squeak of surprise when I snuck up on you
Except when the door was shut
At which point you became a howling bobcat
Sliding your tiny hand under the door to rattle the obstacle until passage was given
You’ve slept curled up near my neck since the day I brought you home
You purr the loudest when I’m talking or singing to you
I can always count on you to climb on top of every piece of Ikea furniture as I put it together
Your version of helping, I think
We’ve moved together countless times
Two vagabonds still searching for home
Though now I realize that home is where you are
And as you never seem to mind the change of surroundings
I assume that you feel the same
I named you Winter after my least favorite season
But you have become my favorite thing
My best friend
My confidante
My constant companion even and especially when times were tough
Though I doubt you speak English
You are a Russian Blue, after all
I know you’ll purr when I read this to you just the same
If there are four chambers in my heart
You’ve crept into one of them
Like the box I brought you home in
And there I’ll hold you forever

"Echoes" - Ellen Wynne





"Echoes" - Ellen Wynne


With
all
being
unified,
we curled still in sleep,
part of an unborn universe
wound into an unspeakably small dense white-hot coil,
the speck in which was writ the whole divine blueprint awaiting a soundless explosion.

We
were
expelled,
torn apart,
flung spiraling out
to wander through an untold void,
and in cold and black-dark nothing to unfurl ourselves,
frail amnesiac orphans stumbling one over the other in search of light and heat.

Still,
when
we pause
to look up,
our eyes shine in awe,
reflecting the burning bodies
that stare back at us across the gulf of space and time.