Two Poems

Nonfiction

I make my pancakes from scratch,
mind you

but the decorative arts in general
leave me cold

Consequently I know
very little of the world.

That's the way they greet me—
that's the way they have always

greeted me:
a fire in the eyes

and dedication
to the experience
in the moment.

The Good-Enough Mother

rolling ball of thunder

discomfited by
change of venue

It's better to have a feeling
than a thought—

I got overheard
I got overexcited

Snow fell on the ground
making the heavens warmer.

He sneezed twice,
and lay on the ground also,

lazily sketching an angel's
wings with his wings.

Rebecca Wolff