My cat is chasing ghosts this morning
whisps of shadows and what she thinks she sees
upon which she pounces spasmodically
or watches with an apt curiosity until bored
or distracted by other thoughts she stops
for a little while anyhow…she seems at it again now…
there’s a hint in the corner by the bookcase.
We’re the same, she and I, aren’t we?
Mouser she and writer me chasing, chasing, chasing.
…While my Sherlock is enamoured of the shopping list springing unannounced from the wi-fi printer. Oh, to be so easily satisfied. If we only stop chasing all that is important comes to us unbiden!
Oh how very true. This weekend, on a boat in the marsh: egrets, smooth water, soft cool breeze – and me, thinking: this should be enough.
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