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