MORNING Some days I simply don’t exist I move slowly without slippers exploring the space around me delicately as a cat waiting at the mouse hole not waiting for the mouse just delighting in the waiting Time rolls out before me like wind-ups of infinitesimal wispy clouds Wherever I turn I am |
Morning
10 Jul 2023 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Presence Tags: cat, clouds, morning, mouse, poetry, Time, waiting