Mesmerized Tabby in the sunlight stares while I fix my eyes, watching him watch, alert to any stirring that would ensure life is present– a whisker, a whisper, anything to reveal even one breath of sure thing in spite of what he sees. I wait, too, for that subtle unfolding. Writing poetry is one way I process the world. If you’d like to read more … Continue reading Another Poem About Waiting {what I learned from my Grandson’s cat}