Difficult Run the largest watershed in Fairfax County, Va. We’ve had one too, but here is a stream that leads somewhere with or without our care. The sidewalk turns and follows where a storm drain gulps and swallows. Its signage warns: “Keep Clear.” And now sweet rain arrives to ensure the woods stay green though trash collects unseen. In the sign a fish swims free on stenciled waves to sea. Alone, the fish survives. If the drain gets clogged too high will the fish be you, or I?
Nonzero Probability to her statistician lover What were the chances? Zero, nada, zip, a fleeting glance, a blip on a long-obsolete oscilloscope, no evidence of hope. However, on a scale of one to nine I like you more than fine. And if I must express this as percent of heaven-bent it deviates, because there is no heaven till after seven when we begin to plot it on our graph. Better by half.
Claudia Gary lives near Washington DC and teaches workshops on Villanelle, Sonnet, Natural Meter, Poetry vs. Trauma, etc., at The Writer’s Center (writer.org), currently via Zoom. Author of Humor Me (2006) and several chapbooks, most recently Genetic Revisionism (2019), she is also a health science writer, visual artist, and composer of tonal chamber music and art songs. See pw.org/content/claudia_gary; follow her on Twitter at @claudiagary.