THE GODDESS ON A STROLL

I am a stunning goddess,

mostly curious —

always butting heads,

but only if I am allowed to.

I write poetry by night

and think of writing poetry by day.

I put on the hat of an advocate

sometimes —

but mostly, I dream.

Not of a better life —

but of what my cat is doing

when I am away from him.

I think of his whiskers

while walking a windy path.

While thinking of him,

I smile aloud.

I laugh at some squirrels —

frantic at work.

I look at my phone

out of habit.

No drama today.

Back to daydreaming.

Where was I?

Oh yes —

my cat and his whiskey

(or was it his whiskers?)

Doesn’t matter.

Look —

the Pomeranian is now

picking up a fight

with a German Shepherd —

proving

the smaller the size,

the louder the bite.

I miss a step

trying to cross

while the lights are red.

I cause a collision

but I am safely

across —

but I see myself sprawled,

there is a dramatic fuss.

I am curious to see

what will happen to me.

I watch myself

with a group of folks

all shaking their heads

saying — what a senseless loss.

I try to talk over

but I think I can’t be heard.

I still butt in

to have my last word.

Wait a minute —

I am a goddess, am I not?

So I walk back

to my sprawled self

to give them a show.

-Curio Athena