Saturday, December 10, 2022

A Chant of Place


    

A day at the freeze line,

Light rain hanging like gel.


Surely there was more to do,

But where was the list?


Mars appeared in a gap of sky.

The moon rose and anodized the clouds.


I sat on the porch and watched it happen.

The cat climbed up my leg and onto my shoulder.


She had nowhere else to be.

Her purring, my heartbeat, Gregorian.