Thursday, July 31, 2014

hungry cats

tiny moments of magic
walking on tightropes
the colour of my eyes,
some grey and blue
with a spot of yellow
sparkling, a white deluge
swamping over pastures
are you new here, asked
the man from the past
how could he
have forgotten
me, being recognized
only by stray dogs
hungry cats, he says
he believes in serendipity
and we swim together
backwards 
towards a beginning

or maybe the end