Caught by Carol Casey

Poet: Carol Casey Poem title: Caught Poem: The sunlight on the porch has found a filament to play, a tiny light bobs here, then there, widening, narrowing on invisible currents like an incandescent ball thrown and caught that sometimes becomes the net then unfurls into a photon straining to break out in colour. I’m entangled in the cunning of a handiwork that catches sun, water, victim in simple gossamer. Sometimes its the beauty other times the cruelty, or hairy legs crawling, or patient waiting, unflagging industry, or the unfailing rhythm life, beauty, death. End of poem. Credits: Copyright © Carol Casey Previously published in The Sublunary Review (2020). Rights retained. Carol Casey lives in Blyth, Ontario, Canada. Her work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and has appeared in The Prairie Journal, The Anti-Langourous Project, Please See Me, Front Porch Review, Cypress, Vita Brevis and others, including a number of anthologies, most recently, i am what becomes of broken branch and We Are One: Poems From the Pandemic.