I am neither Convinced it exists, Nor certain it does not. It is perhaps something Like the proverbial cat Who may escape Judgment until By a concerned party Observed; But life, generally, Is not in strictest sense Measurable.
There obtain multitudes Of variables of which All cannot be ignored. A mind may Ascend or descend According To the temperments Of the heart which Is in best of times Begged askance for Tendency To ride the fickle whims Of ungovernable passion.
All, blind and unknowing, Believing liberty abounds While charmed by aspects Of affinity only illumined By creativity, which we Purport to control, But, reality, If it be, Assaults us with falsity. The cat upon the sill Cries Its soul, besieged, By want to Exercise A given instinct.
Richard’s beautiful Orange Tabby, who is never entirely sure I am okay. Tonight I agree with him because I seem to have acquired a toothache that is also a headache.
I returned my DirecTv equipment today, so I have cut the cord and sunk the satellite. The amount of television I watch is so minimal; I probably will never miss it.
I do recommend streaming Peaky Blinders, Good Omens, and The Expanse. I only finished Good Omens. On Audible, I loved The Sandman. If you gathered, I am a Neil Gaiman fan; you read clues well.
The poem so heavy with images was an experimental rewrite; I probably should post the original of Same. I am on my phone tonight without my computer because I have been spending some respite time with Richard. It will wait. I do not like poetry on mobile because it always inserts extra spaces when I write.
The quiet of home when we Return from wrestling lions all day. The satisfaction of writing letters, Poems, songs for loved ones. The taste of a meal carefully Prepared with helpings of love. A comfortable chair, bright light, Books we are longing to read. Songs we never realized existed But for which we find a soul hunger. A dog, cat, lizard, goat, cow, whoever Comes snuggles up, revealing devotion. Stolen hours when hearts, souls Are permitted freedom to dance art. Picking up a crying child, watching As eyes go wide, kissed by a smile. The sweet hug of those treasured Who we raised despite everything. Traveling to a far-off wonderland, Returning to a space of belonging. Knowing, growing with screen friends, Finally, meeting with hugs, face to face. Sunshine after a bleak succession Of wickedly dark, sad stormy days. The alabaster moon coming from behind Clouds, in time for a sweetheart kiss. Setting aside specific times to find those Moments to sincerely pray to the Lord. Laying down, fed, safe, warm, beneath Covers, falling into deep refreshing sleep. Awaking to a day full of opportunity, Possibility, without doubt, we are loved. Living in a blessed place where each one Can achieve hopes, dreams, and success.
The cat is Goobi, Alex’s cat, who has returned here after about three weeks lost.
Alex has introduced me to the Amazon Original show called The Expanse. I enjoy watching it with him. He chose to stay a few more days, which I love.
There were several hours spent in copy editing today.
Prompt: Take a photo, or write a scene that under some circumstances is common, but in an instant, is very special.
Gratitude Today Proofing the magazine. Seeing my poem on one of the pages. Having Alex here. Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream. Rotisserie Chicken.
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Nothing lasts forever But the things we do with love, Those are never erased And they are reason enough To stay in the fight for life Until the very end.