Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Time Under Cat

Thank God for those precious moments
When the cat graces my lap with his presence
A puddle of furry warmth
Purring and making Big Paws
Half caresses, half digging in claws
Hooking my hand with his chin
Demanding my full, bi-manual attention
I daren't even look at the screen
Only my mind is free to write this poem
While my legs go numb
Until some lapse in my Purr-fect
Pleasuring of Him
Makes him leap away or bite me.
Thank God when they end, too.

Bilingual Rose

Rose, how can I describe you when
English only has one word for pink
And you have two colors
Of blooms growing haphazardly
A foot above my head
Pale pastel pink and deep cerise
It doesn't make any sense
If one were grafted I would understand
As though ideas are bursting in your mind
Untranslatable
This morning you made me see
My neighborhood with new eyes
And I noticed for the first time
A patch of open sky between
The gated stairway and the roof.