When I’m doubt
about the future,
in recent days
I’m constantly in
doubt…
I’m trying hard,
persistently to hold
on
to an image from the past –
a ginger-red, large
dozing cat.
We exited with
you
that summer day
the lovely mom-and-pop
bistro
that oversees the
sea, as well the brutal ancient cliffs.
That distant
summer,
walking slowly – care
free,
we saw that sleeping
cat,
an omen maybe, maybe
just a cat…
Behind a fence of
pallid stones,
on yellow table on
a copper pan,
the cat was snoozing
peacefully-relaxed.
Around the red, magnificent
feline
we counted dozen little
copies
her sleeping
kittens –
so safe, so care-free…
I hugged you, and
you hugged me,
and for a moment
the peaceful
image just fitted
in the harmony of the universe and time.
We passed them by
and left them to
their dreams
to walk into the afternoon
and into the rest
of our life.
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