Gray Kitten *

A cry measured

by sounds falling away,

hunger impressed into

danger, precise,

bodily, exacting.

And then a maybe

overtakes us both,

moves us through 

the river of now,

invites us to stop

resisting the notion

that some moments

are kinder than we think.

What if finding home

means releasing our grip,

unburdened finally

by the weight and

structure of fear?

What if such a present-tense

present of rescued togetherness

is sufficient, alive, complete?

*The photo below is an image of Noel,

our surprise Christmas gift. She had

fallen into a box and become trapped

inside our shed. When we opened it, 

she landed in our hearts and in our family.