Captured and collared,
the bobcats came to the island
Palmettos waved green in the dark
forests of live oak,
branches twisting, floating,
like long hair on a drowned woman.
Same as home, but not home,
for one. He swam back,
hating the sensation of salt water.
His mate went the other way.
I envy the unerring instinct,
the sense of home,
of the cat that survived.
But I am the other cat,
defiant and free,
lost at sea.
Siegel was born and raised in the Dallas area. She worked
more than eighteen years as a reporter and editor at the Arkansas
Democrat in Little Rock, the New Orleans Times-Picayune
and the Tampa Tribune. Her poetry has been published in
Rolling Stone, the Southern Review, and elsewhere.