Inspired by Neruda's poem A Cat
shared by Aunt Linda
too much milk in my tea
too much food from last night
too much clutter
too much entropy
too much peace
Tracey plays piano in the next room
dogs pacing to go out and hunt lizards
I am poised to go to my meditation room
and hopefully my studio
not feeling touched by the muse
at all but perhaps just to play and pretend at it
spill and splash some colors
like an idle child
when did that adventuresome imagination grow up
where did it falter
where did it falter
what will come of its sound effect sword clashes
it rock and roll growls
its horseback rides through the woods
its journeys to the himalayas
its loves and hates
its chores and escapes
what of the striving student
of the earnest conversationalist
the curious ardent observer of art
the thirst of new musical sentiments
calloused over
sated?
Perhaps just pausing as a still pool
waits for a leaf of gold to leap to its heart and set a ripple in motion
toward god in a universe of swirling gem dust
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