My bargain-bin paperback,
“The Sea, The Sea,”
Abandoned
Next to a half inch of Merlot;
Both rest atop a broken-down
Wooden clock
Never to tick again.
I lounge,
Half awake
On a lumpy hand-me-down love-seat
Listening to steady rain
Surrounded by
Windows and dusty toys.
Orange cat finds me
An adequate pillow
Jumps onto my chest
Shoves wet nose under my chin
Purrs and makes himself comfortable.
I pull up his lip to peer at his sharp teeth
Gaze up to the porch roof
To painted pine boards
Pierced by sharp nails
Bury my fingers in soft fur
Wonder
If sleep will come soon.
by Julie Blue 