Sarah Bigham


Content to live in my imagination

 

Since what I call the chronic

plague

struck I have abandoned

grand travel.

 

A wise man named

Conrad

lives in our basement.

An old newel post with

hardware

and trim, he stays, immovable,

waiting, as I ponder what gift I could possibly

bear.

 

I have a purple cape of imitation

velvet

with sparkling gold trim to wear on days when I am

particularly verklempt.

 

At home, Conrad and

I

are regal.


Sarah Bigham teaches, writes, and paints in Maryland where she lives with her kind chemist wife, their three independent cats, an unwieldy herb garden, several chronic pain conditions, and near-constant outrage at the general state of the world tempered with love for those doing their best to make a difference. A Pushcart nominee, her poetry, fiction, and nonfiction have appeared in Bacopa, descant, indicia, The Quotable, Rabbit, Serving House Journal, Touch, and other great places for readers and writers. Find her at www.sgbigham.com.