poem: fermata 4:6

i nod
in the chair
drifting off into
the peaceful in-between
there's no dangerous negative
there's no self destructive darkness

what there is
is calm, and one-ness, and rooted-ness
my cat comes up behind me, letting me know
he's not about the waiting life, he's hungry, like now
and i say to him, kitty, just wait a minute
i promise i'll feed you
and then
we'll go
to bed

he's
having a hard time
he doesn't understand the quarantine
i'm home all time, but my hours are irregular
he doesn't like it, but he's getting used to it

will everything get back to normal
do we want it to be like that, or
do we want to visualize
something different

it's worth asking
anyway