Lent Poetry: Cats

I watch from above
or behind the curtains
from the end of the bed
the box in the corner
I talk to you when I need
something
and sit on you when i want to
or when you’re sad
or sick
or happy
I will ignore you sometimes
and sometimes you will ignore me
but you are my human
that how it
is

Lent Poetry: Unfamiliar

3 weeks from now
I will be in a different town
with snow
a lake
and people

In a new house
that will smell the way
only new places have
like bleach and
Pledge
and paint

The cats will hate us
and then explore
the new house
claiming their territories
as we claim
bedrooms and desks

I will look out
of a new window
and wonder about
possibilites
ministries
and magick

I will order groceries
unpack boxes
and decide where
the toothbrush will go

Then I will explore
and find a cafe
with wifi
fancy homemade tea
and a table that
feels comfortable

I will write a poem
there
and I will tell myself
this is home now
but I won’t believe it

then I will return
to our new house
I will cook dinner
in a unfamiliar kitchen

but my wife will be there
and I will hold her
in our new house
which will be
home