Doppelganger
I can’t tell you where
I went today
I’ll have to let
the flock-less mountain goat
speak for me
from an aerial view
she calmly walks alone
in a tidy field of grass
at peace with separation
until spurs of thought
tell her she is abandoned
in the lowest place
left to chew on her foibles
she may be wondering how
to get to the valley
of the shadow of death
just for a moment or two
before she lifts her head
hearing the calling bleats
and the sound of hoofbeats
rising above the stumbling blocks
helping her recall, there is
a place for her on higher ground
Susan Shea is a retired school psychologist. Her poems have been published in or are forthcoming in ONE ART: a journal of poetry, Catamaran, Argyle Literary Magazine, Burningword, Peatsmoke, Passager, Folio, Ekstasis and others. Three of her poems have been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, and one for Best of the Net.