The bathtub faucet has been dripping for weeks,
I find peace in the sound that once grated me.
My cat has cried every night since his brother died;
He has now torn the curtains off the back door window
In his pursuit to turn the handle and escape outside.
It is his true nature of course.
My heart aches as well.
The cats is watching me
Wondering if i am okay.
I am watching
The liquid
In my cup
As it moves to the beat of vibrations
Traveling
Through the table top
From the stereo.
Base pulsing.
And I am lost in
No particular time.
I cannot feel the blood in my veins,
I do feel the pulse of the music as does the
Liquid in my cup.
We dance together.
The cat still watches.
Writing this winter morning.
Thoughts so flitting,
Floating.
Coffee steaming,
Warming.
Snuggled in a blanket looking
Out frosted windows.
The kitty does not know what she wants
Jumping on my lap,
Then down.
I lose myself for moments
Distracted by the sunrise
Over distant mountains.
On beats my heart a little louder.
Once again it grows stronger.
I recognize my courage.
The cat meows.
The faucet drips.
The dogs bark at an invisible
Presence.
The branches of the tree outside
Scrape the window
As the wind blows.
My
Heart
Beats.
In Between all this
Rests
The
Silence.
Chole Into Diamonds 