"In the Middle of It" by Nathaniel Cairney
In the Middle of It
White irises, troubled sky, and I wonder
what’s become of the pine marten
that raided the robin’s nest two nights ago.
A storm is coming. It seems like
everyone is at the hospital these days.
A thwap sounds outside
the kitchen window, a robin smashing
a snail against flagstones.
A fuzzy bee lands on an iris, a stain
on a nurse’s uniform. The snail
is dead, swallowed by the robin. My
children's voices drift downstairs.
The clink of my fingernail against metal.
I finish boiling the last of the eggs
for tomorrow’s lunches. I won't be here
to prepare them in the morning.
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