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.
Sitting,
Spine limpid straight
Just the breath at this edge
Holding shape, holding form-
No mind, no effort needed.
Midday
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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