Waiting for Rescue

We have a rental house next door to ours. This weekend a young family came to ski. In Hurricane Sandy, they’d lost their house.

The tenants were
young, still shell shocked
they lost their house
in Hurricane Sandy. They
came upstate to ski.
Old dog Bentley with them.
Left him in the house and he
was gone when they returned.
Not there. They shouted
and screamed. Blind and deaf,
he’s a small pug
with arthritis. We called
neighbors, walked in circles.
No one could sleep much
worried about wolves and big dogs
and what can happen in the dark
At dawn the father began his search
and there was Bentley
happy on a nearby hill.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.


  1. My neighbor’s little black cat, Lunch Pail (named by my neighbor’s daughter), darted into the deep evergreen hedges out front and wouldn’t come out. I went down to help. Three other neighbors did too. We tried sticks and treats and toys. After a few hours, Paily ran out and disappeared behind our building. The next morning, a guy on the block told me he’d been walking his big poodle and it started nosing around in the hedges. Paily had returned. But she still wasn’t going anywhere. That evening, my neighbor was about give up her vigil when her daughter came out and started to cry and say she was sorry for all the mean things she’d ever done to Paily. Paily headed straight to her and let her pick her up and carry her into the house.

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