The cat likes it
when I open the top t shirt drawer in the dresser
so she can plunk down and snooze.
The dog sometimes yips and whines in her dreams,
other times she runs there too.
This is my year for odd and odder dreams.
Flying head first along the streets
of my old neighbourhood in Toronto, my body
six inches off the asphalt.
Also many nights when sleep is elusive like tonight.
In the last savage storm I watched the trees toss their heads
and consider snapping their limbs but they held on.
The two maples and the oak that we,
my older sister, my parents, and I together planted
Forty four years ago. They stand now fifty feet high
on Georgian Bay. I will miss them if they
lose their fight with our strange new storms.
I have always loved them like
the little brothers and sisters
I never had.