Black Cat

I walk in shadows

like midnight's missing cat –

oh, to see the sun again, some

unmade day, to draw near you,

hungry for light. . .

but this thin lost animal

is silent as rests between the notes

of your songs,

an eclipse without a passage

to hope.

J. Pratt-Walter
6/2016

Drum

If you don’t want

to march to another’s

drum,

don’t hand them

your drumsticks.

J. Pratt-Walter

4/2016

Winking in the Heart

So this Holy book

 arrived in her being like a ballad

waiting to be written,

where fresh sun painted over winter’s

brown hut.

Seasons were her Bible,

her faith a quiet star

in the center of wherever

she landed.

It was not a faith to go to war for –

no, it was born to go to Love for,

it lives as a silent cipher

created to extract peace

out of fear and war,

winking in the Heart of all hearts.

J. Pratt-Walter

2/29/2016