A poem is a poem
and a cat is a cat.
Everything is well
until you have to scratch your back.
Then moving the cat
curled up on your chest
is the biggest problem
you will ever face.
To let them sleep
or to disturb them?
The cat will go away eventually
but so will the itch.
Who will win this war?
Certainly not you!
Habits that creep up on you.
People doing their small annoying things.
Ignoring the realities of the day.
Sleeping when you should be rising.
Driving yourself to finish
the one last mission in the game
before realizing the hour in the early early morning.
Despairing of the plague fatigue
as it keeps you from walking outside.
Neighbours complain of loud noises at night.
And yet
you’re the good guy.
It is a Covid socially distanced meeting.
Each week in the back of our vans.
We sit with a coffee and talk.
For sanity’s sake.
We have an unexpected visitor.
The caws are answered by my friend.
We feel blessed and hope
this week it visits us again.
Religion is a main part of life.
Whether we go to church,
meditate
or simply honor those who came before us.
What we do in our hearts is reflected
in our everyday actions.
No one knows what happens after death
but how we live until then
that is our major accomplishment.
I hope we all live a good life.
No matter what we choose to believe.
The cat curls up on my chest.
The purrs rumble loudly
before slowly dying down.
She stretches and yawns
before ambling towards my legs.
There she curls up next to me.
As I fall asleep she comforts me
and I her.
In these days where we can not hug our friends
I am thankful for this small mercy
wishing those who don’t have a pet
at least have someone.
Someone who can bring them comfort.
It is hard.
So hard.
To tear yourself away.
Fascinated you want to stay.
Logic demands you leave.
Or at least look away.
Yet somehow you remain.
Lost and full of wonder.
Colourful masks
that scare the viewer.
Dreamers wander
unsure of the meaning.
Secrets scattered
the truth will not be found.
Not by the ones
whose memories are long lost.
A holiday special.
Thanksgiving will pass.
Easter far in the future.
Ramadan is a fasting feast.
Solstice breathes new life.
Mawlid el-Nabi read the teachings.
Hanukkah lights the candles.
Zarathostht Dios remembers the end.
Rohatsu meditates on the spirit.
All ways to be faithful.
Christ preached tolerance and acceptance.
Accept the blessing my friend.
Any knowledge is good knowledge.
Curiousity is not what killed the feline.
Ignorance is numbing and not bliss.
But the truth is warped and twisted.
Closed minds refuse to see what is open.
So what is called fake needs to be inspected.
Funny how these days we live in a world of easy access
and yet live to lock ourselves
in our very warm blanket of small comforts.
Upon understanding
why
the feelings of worthlessness
flood in.
Yet, you are not to blame.
Guilt has no place here.
It will try to have you blame yourself
for all the wrongs
that you could not control.
As for the ones you could,
mistakes are for learning from
and then
moving forward from there.
