The Dark and the Light
My fourteen year old cat is curled
on the papers on my desk,
the western light streaming through
warming her thinning frame.
I have loved and lost
so many times that I ask
what it means to bond with those
whose lives or time with me
are short lived and awash in grief at the end?
I know now the dark and the light sides
to loving are always there waiting
and that having love like this
and felt its absence, I will surely invite
it into my life again, and again.
Isn’t that living? Isn’t that why I’m alive?
Published in Self Published Chap Book of Art and Poetry, with a grant endowed from Art Space, In the Meantime Gallery and NEA: Art as Metaphor, Analogy and Allegory, 2013.
