through whose eyes do i see?

1 Oct


the cats do not care

one tiny bit that it is tuesday,

nor does the  moon –

shining itself in part and in shadow,

over meows of greeting and hunger.

The rolling out of the garbage

is now a job done in the dark.

3 cats   –    the moon   –   and me:

each with eyes for seeing and skin for feeling

the cooling morning air.

Essays in queue waiting  to be graded – shall I number them all?


What needs to be done will be done and instead I ask

whose eyes do I choose to look through in this moment:

skin,   fur,   or   rocky shell?

Should I add that there are also

eyes behind the veil  that

I cannot see, but I feel them

watching too?

Flying out –

I rub my growing, grey-tone belly,

taking in

what is below,

readying for

one last ripening

before the harvest.

2 Responses to “through whose eyes do i see?”

  1. tocksin October 1, 2013 at 12:50 pm #

    one last ripening rings true to me; from the back row I shout out an amen

    • marga t. October 1, 2013 at 12:58 pm #

      Amen, indeed. It is a bit eerie, isn’t it?

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