I once had a love Clear and true as the Best soprano. Alice happy To just breathe Beside me. I drove her away. She full of joy, She wouldn’t go. She ran to greet me, Sang in the garden, So pleased with life, Her small round eyes Wide open, Unknowing. Alice was a chicken. Sometimes I feel her, Looking through my eyes Taking in the world As it is and then Feeling goes away Leaves me as I am, Wishing I were good As that chicken.
Cheryl Achterberg writes personal essays after a career as a nutrition educator and academic leader. Her work has appeared in Brevity Nonfiction Blog, The Wall Street Journal, Nutrition Today and the Columbus Dispatch with forthcoming in Oh Reader and Changes in Life. This is her first published poem. Find her online at cherylachterberg.net or on Twitter @dr_achterberg.