This is for Ruben–check a few times to see if the mice are at the pens
by Jaslyn Thienbunlertrat
dedicated to Ruben
and the leaf-cups are full with dew.
sometimes in the sweetest mornings,
Feverfew and I awake
seeing the five-ten-twenty-four slip-watch tick to ten
The slip-watch springs
mice don’t complain.
Feverfew and I gather pebbles for the stove,
cream from the kitchen,
scraps from Frau Nannerl’s sewing-machine
Frau Nannerl pins her scribbles;
“—and mamma in her ‘kerchief and I in my cap—”
Feverfew and I,
we, gardener spare us, collect from the flower-beds
The china-cat springs
but we mice never complain.
often forgets her ink-pen on the wooden table.
Feverfew and I; we learn.
To write, that is.
Life as a mouse; no concerns. Pebbles in the stove, the fire burns
I, wrapped in ribbons, and Marigold in silk. Cream in the cupboard, and in the cup, milk.
Feverfew and I; we write.
Life as a mouse, scrape by in tears. Ask our Providence, our pleadings he hears
I, warmed by nightgown, and Marigold in her best. Peace in our slumbering, pleasure in rest.
Feverfew and I.
The poppies are bloodred
Frau Nannerl writing to her beloved by candle-light.
The fireside stirs
and the house is still.