Why a Poem should stay a while
I have nothing to say.
Words curl about me just the same.
Like that darn cat that couches
About my neck as if to say
I can just be for her.
As it doesn't matter,
I will just practice what the poem knows best, rest.
I will just put on my hooded sweater
And let her teach me composure and relaxation,
Just like a good cat
Needing no effort on my part to understand.
Author's Note. Poetry has been a living breathing companion for me for so many years. I hope it is not limited in duration (like a cat has a life lived in cat years) but will last me my life long. RJH
