Still Life with a Cat

How spastic the cat’s fancy.

No, that’s not it.  From another

perspective, there are so many ways

to look.  It has been years since I

last saw his face watching a kitten

grow.  No. He couldn’t.  Not really.  I watched

for a day, days on end.  Distracted by

purrs & fur & whiskers & canines &

claws & commercials on TV.  There

is no time-lapse to get bigger in.  No,

at least, not now.  How plastic the fast can

see.  Close.  Not quite.  The kitten got bigger,

became a cat.  I concluded it

grew within me, without me.  Between us,

we created a moment or shared

a source of one…  Oh yes, I remember:

How elastic the past can be.  

Now we talk; that time we 

shared grew in her own 

time.  Awkward, we move closer—

a past we used, to know

(from another perspective…) &

further from this being that comes

between us… which we can’t.  As yet.