Sitting in a new place. Watching four white butterflies
Meet join apart rejoin rejoice and seek and find some
Thing in the purple vetch; their circle grows closer as the
Shadows lengthen and here comes the cat I call Pancake.
Country cat in the barn, He drinks from the pond and the
Great stone bowl filled with yesterdays rainwater and comes and
Takes a sip from the square plastic container bottom I set
Out for him and his Breakfast Named Cats companions. They
Include, Waffle and Flapjack. We are all awaiting the prognosticated
Appearance of White Omelette, the Cat of Quiet Wisdom. Soon
She will be seen. Perhaps heard. In the middle of this is the
Wonder of a Magpie walking on a fence rail, camera ready and important.
Yet, we have war and neighbors and families consumed with distrust & ill will
Because we just can’t stop, look, and listen; for no particular purpose
Other than, to just Stop. Look. & Listen.
Cease. See. Hear. Now. Do. It waits.