Friday, January 12, 2018



Don’t count your chickens before they are hatched
and don’t count your kitchens if they are unlatched
and if you do count your unhatchlings call them eggs
and know that they are real as they doze in their shells
and if you count a dozen you can either have a feast
or twelve new pets or twelve porcelain water balloons
or a dozen marvels of biology and construction
built to shatter by chisel of innermost agitation 
Don’t count your mortifications to be or to come
but if you do search your pocket or pillowcase
and locate this card which I have placed there
for you my fellow fallible being It is embossed
With one finger feel the tiny skyline of its inscription
which reads Member of the Mere Mortals
since Birthday (Membership included with being born)


  1. I have been away from your blog for way too long, but I'm glad to be back reading again. This poem is a delight.

    1. Thank you so much, Allyson! I have also been away from my blog 😜. I appreciate you!

  2. SO beautiful. This is one of those poems I'll print out and carry with me to reread. Thank you for sharing your work here.

  3. LOVE the wordplay in this. What a gorgeous poem.

    1. Thanks so much, Andrea, for reading and your support. ❤️


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