Some Cats Are Like That

Late 1980's

Cats need more attention. 

No cats that I have known agree.

Miss Kitty, using my son as a pillow,

would not have found attention necessary. 

Welcome, but unnecessary.

Some cat’s are like that ~ stand offish and aloof

until it’s time for them to insist on attention.

My cat, Jet, just walks across my laptop 

leaving a row of unrelated letters in my work.

I’m to figure out what he was spelling and.

can usually figure it out. I respond; he settles.

While not as emotionally demonstrative 

as dogs, cats do have a quiet way of 

inserting themselves into our lives.

So I bow to all the feline companions 

I’ve had over the years. Quiet companions, 

until it’s time to be pragmatic and eat.

“If animals could speak the dog would be 

a blundering outspoken fellow; but the cat 

would have the rare grace of 

never saying a word too much.”

~ Mark Twain

Tangled

 

All life that flows from 

everyone and everything; 

seems loose and 

with out anchor. 

Yet their roots 

bound to each other 

beneath 

the ground of experience.

“Roots are not in landscape or a country, 

or a people, they are inside you.”

~ Isabel Allende

Today

Today is always a mystery 

Plans that I have, routines that are 

~ well, routine ~ 

get shifted unceremoniously with 

a phone call, 

an email that needs answering, 

or the sun calls me out to play. 

Because I reside in each moment, 

to ignore these mysteries would be rude.

Or perhaps, like today, the mystery was 

Why has this day been so unwrinkled?

There was a time ~ maybe yesterday ~ 

when, if my rigid rhythm had gone awry,

I would have been annoyed.

Today, I allow the mystery to wrap around me.

“Today is only one day in all the days that will ever be.”

~ Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls

Each Memory

 

Slipping through photos 

each memory reaches out 

to that part of my heart 

where joy and love resides. 

“Memory is a way of telling you what’s important to you.”

~ Salman Rushdie, author

More than One Legend

The great buffal sculpture 

at the head of the Scarth St. Mall ~ I pass by this majestic 

part of Regina history 

and read the legends of

‘Pile ‘o bones’ 

 

“For I am the Resistance, and as always, I will return.”

~ John Trudell, Native author, poet, activist, actor, musician

(1946 ~ 2015)

One Prairie Storm (Sort of)

Rain threatened

And then it poured

Thunder pretended

And then clouds packed up

Then it was over….

Didn’t bother the pelicans one bit!

“If you think it’s going to rain, it will.”

~ Clint Eastwood

Released

Unlocking a lock

sealed by necessity or 

the conventions of time 

is difficult. 

Some would say ‘impossible! 

so why bother’. 

Others would say 

‘it will just happen; 

give it time’. 

Well what is ‘it’? 

Not sure there is a label. 

A feeling not entered in

a list of emotions.

The Feeling?

An open window

A light breeze

A lightness inside

 

The lock was

imagined ~

but real until

breath was more important.

“Sometimes,” the Wise Man observed, “to need is…..to let go.”

~ A.C.H. Smith, Labyrinth:

A Novel Based on the Jim Henson Film