If I were safe at home
I would write about
Cats of myriad colors
Silvery, shimmery cats
Black cats, burnished copper by the sun
Orange cats winding around my ankles
Licking my toes with sandpaper tongues.
If I could measure tranquility in words
I would pen soft paws
Cradling my face, loving sentinels
On watch, keeping bad dreams at bay.
But I only dream of tranquility now
As I navigate rush hour reality
Cacophonous jungle. Metal and rubber
Predators, first lunging, then retreating
Regrouping for each onslaught
On innocents like me—
Just out for milk and bread.
So I write of chaos and noise
Strum and drang
People blindly accelerating, suicidal insects
Hurling themselves at my windshield.
Somewhere above the discordant clamor,
A serendipitous sonnet of cats
Whispers in my ear, begging to be heard.