Captured

Like a wild animal
Caught in the cold—
Breaking and
Entering.

Looks like I’m exposed
In the bright lights
In the dead of night.

Cornered like a criminal
In the freezing rain,
My heart fluttering, afraid.

Looks like I’m caught
In the bright lights
In the dead of night.

Those huge headlights
Blinding on the road,
Can’t catch my breath—
I’ll be roadkill.

Looks like I’m stripped
In the bright lights
In the dead of night.

A scream pierces the dark,
Alerting the neighbors,
Lights turning on everywhere.

Looks like I’m drained
In the bright lights
In the dead of night.

The flashing red lights
Crashing into the scene—
Chaos erupts.

Looks like I’m caught
In the bright lights
In the dead of night.
My heart pounding.

My mind exposed,
My thoughts are wild,
Shattered in the dark.

But, my trembling heart
Is rescued—
Gently,
On your back porch.

The soft porch light
Flickers on.
I’m invited in.

George the cat purrs,
Laying in his blankie,
Welcoming—

Turning sirens
To songs,
Screams to poems,
Worry to peace.

In your warmth,
I’ve been captured.
In love’s soft glow.

Captured—
By your guiding light.

Transformation—
A light of forgiveness,
A glow of possibility.

My vision
Captured by a
Rising sun.

George—
I love you.
(But don’t tell…
Debbie.)

To the muse,
My Love purrs—
In thoughts,
In moments,
In poems.

In you.
There’s a rose
In there somewhere.
I’ve seen it—

Beautiful—
in picture,
and in person.