Little Rat

Oh little rat,
so furry and fat,
why are you in my walls?

You skritch-scratch at night.
I hold my bed covers, so tight...
thief of my land of Nod.

Oh little rat,
so furry and fat,
THIS is your chance to leave!

I think you'd much rather,
not be a little rat cadaver,
but spend the night snacking on cheese.

Oh little rat,
so furry and fat,
it really is time to go!

The cat's on his way,
it's not a game you should play,
and tragedy lies at the end.

Oh little rat,
so furry and fat,
the choice is now up to you...

Get caught in a trap,
run away from the cat,
but I'd choose the hole in the wall!

36.00000...

   Gulls pinwheel above me,
   my bike sails smoothly along the sun warmed tarmac.

   Islands hold memories,
   even unfamiliar ones, not yet made.

   The surf is quiet, subdued,
   an outer reflection of what's within.

   Three times a teenager.

   They say the Pacific has no memory,
   but I do...

   Travel blurs the edges of reality rubbed raw,
   smoothed like so many pebbles on the beach.

   The loneliness of intentional solitude,
   a single star among so many.

   Learning to walk backwards...


   They say the Pacific has no memory,
   but I do...

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A return to center,
an invisible mentor,
a guruless wanderer,
disconnected wonderer,
discontented warrior.

Here we are,
bound by boundless space-time
holding hands imaginary,
across a road paved with hope and fear.

Inspiration melts away in the afternoon sun,
radiating prisms of could have been.



~Ehron Asher