The house is on fire
we’re fighting
who’s changing the cat litter
Cat doesn’t care
while pouncing on the dare
oblivious
soft kitten snare
making a mess
purring along
so strong
bed is warm
belly is full
stretching
one eye open
half asleep
waiting to creep
fresh cat litter
I know this is the weirdest analogy, but prose work when normal words don’t. It feels like there is an invasion of insanity, mornings are more bizarre everyday. People’s nerves are frayed, and we are irritable. We’re tired and have had enough, we quibble over nothing, or everything.
It gives me a need to make a list. What really matters, and what is noise for no reason. To be together again after two years this spring, in the best season. This is my focus, family, friends, love and peace, and staying away from fighting about cat litter. That is my list.
Canada, my home land strong and free. Never have I felt that I took that for granted. But when nothing makes sense, I look to our people, our leaders and the renewed strength during any crisis, any challenge.
And I can breath again.
PS. I don’t have a cat.
