Friends, I was reminded recently of this free verse piece from my debut poetry collection. I hadn’t thought of it in some time. I thought it would be nice to share it here. Feedback is appreciated!
God’s House & the Lone Coyote: The steam from my coffee fogs up the small panes of glass in the backdoor. I often stand here in the morning, staring out at the frozen world. Chain link separates our backyard and an empty field. Beyond the field, a firehouse and a church. I wish it were just the field. I guess I’m thankful that help is no more than a hundred yards away at any moment, and having God’s house in the neighborhood should do wonders for my property value. I watch a lone coyote make his way across the frozen grass just beyond the back fence. He pauses and looks back the way he came, as if reconsidering the choice that brought him here. Eventually, he carries on. I sip my coffee. The morning sun ascends. The world turns. -Brandon White