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.