Poetry
MORE LIVES THAN ONE
In my life
so many…
and the cat…
she deserves mention,
attention,
the cat:
she lives here
and now with
no phantasma memories,
no if onlies, if onlies;
she exists for me,
hopefully,
or is it I for her?
well, whichever it may be
accommodations are made,
about which she
seems sublimely indifferent;
I stroke her head,
fill her plate,
remember to let her out,
that’s about it…
but the rest,
the rest of them
clamour and shout,
demand the best of me -
and the memories…
if only, if only…
let’s make it clear,
I do not wish
to be
the cat –
just wonder…