Monday, September 8, 2014

Comfort

More change.  I find comfort in some things which stay the same.

Next door
A woodpecker seeks bugs
On the neighbor’s garage
Tap
Tap
Tap
The cat commences
To tip his tail
In the sun,
Seemingly asleep,
He raises and lowers
One front paw.
Do cats dream
The way dogs do?
The windows are open today.
I take comfort
In some sameness
Even as the world entirely changes
Around me.
Now the cat
Is upside down,
The woodpecker gone,
A blue jay,
Familiar,
Distinctive color and call,
Arrives different
Yet somehow
The same.

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