This is a poem I wrote on my birthday. I was in a small town 150 miles from home working from the library.
A book peeked out at me: “Somewhere a Cat is Waiting” by Derek Tangye. I flipped through it. A sweet and inspiring story of the author’s life with his wife and cats.
I wrote about the cat archetype, their quality of aloof self-possession. They just live their lives. Anything can happen and they are OK.
Image Note: This cat was hunting down by the docks on a summer day. She gave zero shits that I was there. I like the way the trim of the warehouse building in the background looks like a white cross.
somewhere a cat
somewhere a cat is waiting
just like me
but really
living
sleek,
silent,
answers
to no one
stalking
alleys
with no
fear
she
knows
without
asking
somewhere a cat is waiting
remote
self-serving
above
(07-JUL-2017 – Grand River, Ohio)
