This one is from yesterday… I took a day off from the computer. I’ve been losing and gaining days all week, thought yesterday was Sunday, now don’t know what day it is (well, really, I know it is Sunday, but it doesn’t *feel* like Sunday now).
The stray cat’s mournful ululations echo in the garage;
my heart is engaged
such a soft-headed, easy touch I am
for all sorts of strays.
My whole life, like my Mother,
I’ve collected, fed and housed them
because I have known want and need.
I would rather those that cross my path
like the black cat in the porch cochere
would walk on rested, with a full belly.
In the old days,
hobos marked the way to a “good woman”
with a chalk cat,
and I wonder, sometimes,
if I have been marked that way
to show the lost safe harbor.
(c) RCGA, 2013