Signalings

A flood of phraseology

fighting to become the first or last word

All night long, for mysterious reasons,

barking, growling dogs

All life has a right to its signalings

of satisfaction or dissatisfaction

The cat regards me coolly

his thoughts inscrutable as usual

It's up to me to find a place for this

This electric longing that lightnings my lassitude

I will nest it safely here

returning to visit at regular intervals

There's a distance only this closes

This process of mining landmines

Categorizing the mic drops and logic loops

and peaks of every trip

to bridge the gap between all that is

and all I know how to let in

Not to mention what I now know enough not to

Doors you can't lock until you stop

adjudicating their existence as debatable

There do exist primordial enemies

He is fact, the devil devouring

and fact, the doubtful still doubting

a loving God even as He saves them

from how many snapping jaws

so often they stop noticing

This is a place for showing I notice Him

in the protective growls of my dogs

who would defend me from any size devil

and the imperturbable nap of

my cat's calm non-judgment

In the pull on my innards by

the promise of blank paper

In omens daily, in reconciliation with kin

In longer, angrier hurricane seasons

In discovery of living doctrine