courses

by Susan Shea

Face in the sun eating heat 

like a pansy in a greenhouse 

I only want to be here

warm in provision until

it is too loafing hot

then I miss being cool 

so I’ll hide here in grey

working on a plan of

my own making

being industrious

until I’ve had enough 

of this alone time 

I want to drive to a talking place

take in all their make believes

their feats their foes 

their families

feed their shadows 

with tastes

from my sunshine

wait in vain for one 

to want to know 

how my life is going

‘til I want to go again

to my next stop

I could use 

a bounce in my step

right now to 

a place that calls me out

to play among 

my portions

Susan Shea is a retired school psychologist who was raised in New York City, and is now living in a forest in the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania.  Since she has returned to writing poetry this year, her poems have been accepted in a few dozen publications, including Feminine Collective,  Ekstasis, Persimmon Tree Literary Magazine, Military Experience and the Arts, and the Avalon Literary Review.