Debris from the garage
fighting spiders
for space
hairs rising
skin creeping
as imagined
brown recluses
silently
edge
from debris to skin
and if they bite
and if I die
no one will find
a cell phone
with a signal.
Barbara A. Meier is learning to deal with loss: loss of a marriage, estrangement from her children, loss of respect for public education, and just maybe, loss of a job. After thirty-three years of marriage she has returned to writing. Writing is helping her deal with her losses. When she is not surviving through words, she teaches first grade. She has seven poems accepted for publication in Ancient Pathways, Miller’s Pond, Poetry Pacific, and River Poets Journal.
A Quiet Courage 