A Feline View of Fencing

Springs skitter

Alluringly across the floor to

Hide in cracks

Wire flips and twines and twirls

And tempts

Tape

Tastes like bubble gum, and

Salt

Shoelaces

Dragging back and forth in

Mousey patterns

This bag

Dark and deep, smells like

Laundry, and laps

Altogether, I approve

If only you weren’t gone so often, and so long

Depriving me of these lovely toys

Three Mantras

Don't dwell on mistakes

Worse, don’t try to set them right

Channel what feels good

Knowing I don't know

The root of what went wrong

Focus on the start

Think of puppies, kittens

Beer

Anything but "what to do"

Let the inner badger steer 

Displacement

Every time I fly I leave

A little bit of soul

Behind

Tucked beneath the covers

Snagged upon the roses' thorns

Folded in my sock drawer

It clings to domesticity like Cat

Clings to my sweater when I

Put him in the basement for the night

I love my routine,

Saluting sun from on my mat at

Dawn

Walking to the metro soaking up the

Grudging warmth of spring

Trekking to the salle and back in joy and

Disappointment

Injury and health

Contemplating candle flame

Counting breaths

Padding down the stairs for ice packs and

Up again to

Bed

Cradling my dreams

Each flight disrupts the

Flow distorts the

Shape and balance of my life

Distances me from

Momentary peace

Souls are tied to places, they aren't built to

Hurtle through the sky

Stationary objects, undisrupted, stay at rest and

So should I