In her blue robe,
Mom would light up beacons from her woes,
flashing on the porchlight among row homes.
I’d leave home after bedtime, and row across
sparkle-snow, and drag my footpaths through
the pines, past a creek bridge, and abandoned
railroad ties. I’d follow telegraph roads under
the ocean, seeking the eternal glow of escape.
Catherine Zickgraf has performed her poetry in Madrid, San Juan, and three dozen other cities, but now her main jobs are to hang out with her family and write poetry. Her work has appeared in Journal of the American Medical Association, Pank, Victorian Violet Press, and The Grief Diaries. Her new chapbook, Soul Full of Eye, is published through Aldrich Press and is available on Amazon.com. Watch and read more of her poetry at http://caththegreat.blogspot.com.