deep green eyes
regard me
patiently wondering
if I am really as dumb as I look

At least that’s my view
of our relationship:
you understand me;
I am not able
to return the favour

I haven’t a clue
what turning in soft circles
on the chair next to mine
really means

and when you purr
long into the night
on the pillow near my ear
am I supposed to know
what that means?

I clean the litter
put out food and water
stroke your forehead
(that I know you like)
and generally pay attention

But what does it all mean?

you are part of an advanced team
of members of a super contemplative
civilization which has taught
buddhists a thing or two
— is Om the human
equivalent of purring?

Can you read my mind?
perhaps meaning of
life and the universe
is open to you
purrhaps . . . .

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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