Nothing I Own - A Short Poem

There are things
I refuse to own:

The cat
In his world;

The dog
On her mat

In the shape
Of a bone.

Nothing I value
Is mine alone—

Just stuff to fill
A middle class home.

And now a plague, and
Tomorrow unkown—

Making a mask
from fabric at home,

Scared,
Defenceless,

As a flood
In a storm…

How easily life
Is overthrown.

image