THE BOND (A TRUE STORY)

To me, my cat’s eyes are dark narrow halls.
Lingering in these shadows I may fall;
So I focus on the light in these eyes —
Call it cat kindling [a soul] thread so fine.
We stare at each other, my cat and I,
Until something clicks, please don’t ask me why,
But my cat, Kapoa, runs to my side.
When we dialogue what will be our guide?
That we’re true friends is our epiphany;
Conversing an instinctive symphony.

Advertisements

THE RIDDLE

In the grass, alas, I see an old shoe.
Will the dew destroy this artifact’s glue?
And what’s the background, what’s the story;
looking for the footwear’s allegory!
Sunlight in the grass makes the dew glitter
and the eyelets in the old shoe shimmer.
Are those teeth marks I see in the leather?
Was this a chew toy for a dog’s pleasure?
Oh tell me the answer, for which I will wait
to find out what happen to this shoe’s mate!!!

DESCENDING (revised)

When a submarine’s ballast tanks fill with air it is a buoyant bird “floating” floats, when those tanks fill up with water, the submarine, “the bird” dives into water…

When I close my eyes and breath in, breathe out, oxygen, carbon dioxide, I repeat I repeat, deepening, descending, meditating, and floating. 

Am I diving into a kind of water?

Twitching his nose, the rabbit furiously digs into the Earth, his claws sharp, he burrows, he disappears, he hides, and he is quiet.  (How does the rabbit breathe while tunneling no shovel, just him…?)  The same but not…

 

WHAT’S THE ANSWER (a rift)

(…hats off to Bob Dylan and his song, Blowin’ in the Wind…)

How many revisions must I walk down
searching for the metaphorical crown?
How many seas must a smart-ass seagull skim,
before basking in the tide’s baneful brim?
Yes ‘n’ how many times must a squirrel scream
before I FINALLY get what it means?
The smell of flowers is drifting in the wind,
disrupting the monologue in my mind…