Catherine Zickgraf: a poem



Swept

She dreamed she

died leaving all the towels

in the closet aligned.


Sometime through the night,

she had containerised her grains,

labeled and boxed up Josh's old clothes

to unpack as his kid brother grows.

Her hands organised their future.


The poem was done, though not the one

she'd have written with more perspective

or had her baby boys first grown up into fathers.

Still she fed the cats and loaded the wash,

then she walked off the face of the earth.



Two lifetimes ago, Catherine Zickgraf performed her poetry in Madrid. Now her main jobs are writing and hanging out with her family. Her work has appeared in The Journal of the American Medical Association, Pank, Victorian Violet Press, and The Grief Diaries. Her chapbook, Soul Full of Eye, is published by Aldrich Press.