With the emergency radio and the dog,
who doesn’t care why we’re crowded together
she’s just happy enough to climb into my lap
me with a fifty pound lap dog,
Cranking the radio handle for a weather report
Wondering if the damn siren has stopped blaring or
has the blessed siren saved our hineys?
I sure do need something to save my hiney
frozen and numb from sitting on the cold, tile floor
pressed firm from my super-sized lap dog.
How is it that the only safe space is the most uncomfortable
like the only healthy food is the least tasty?
A robotic voice continues to issue warnings to take shelter
my loyal companion and I remain in our porcelain safe room
waiting for the all clear or until I lose my patience
can’t stand the numbness in my legs
can’t withstand the dogs breath;
Ah, springtime in the Midwest.
© photo and words by Pamela Ferris-Olson
February 22, 2014