Tuesday, 22 July 2014

Cat Play

The cat comes to play,
Offers me her soft belly
Then her claws -
But we both know
Its only play.

He said,
He knew where the centre lay.
He said,
He knew the way in music.
He left at dawn’s breaking
Dissolving into light too intense to see by.

Then I awoke.

Spine limpid straight
Just the breath at this edge
Holding shape, holding form-

No mind, no effort needed.

High summer -

Even the birds are hushed.

From somewhere other,
Children’s voices
Escaping the city’s rigid embrace –

Evening sun too.

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