For National Poetry Month, I’m sharing poems each day, one that I’ve written followed by whatever one from three sites that share a poem a day that strikes my fancy that day.

Today’s poem from me came after I woke up one morning with the strangest thought, one that included Wallace Stevens’ “that mouse in the wall” as mentioned yesterday:

Terminal Resonance

The robots have invaded the earth
before, but we didn't know it. We were dead
asleep like we were before the phone rang
at two in the morning to wake us from
our false sense of security, the comforter
we pulled over us to quiet that mouse
in the wall, that turns into a squirrel
as one grows older. The mechanical sound 
below, coming up through the pipes, 
isn't what we thought, but something more
diabolical at work; building what became 
the robots, those things we most feared. 
They wait to invade until we close our eyes,
when we try to go back to sleep.

Today’s poem from one of three sites that share a poem each day is “Ghazal Circling Fatherhood” by Carlos Andrés Gómez.