Happening Now
Cat comforting Sam after his fall.
Jazz don't happen cuz
notes are wrong
or right
(There’s rhythm, too,
and blues)
What notes come after?
That’s the key, (don’t you see?)
Catch the play, tune the song,
jiggle jong,
take flight!
And that again
through darkest night
swirling deep….
sweeping wide….
sing the song....
longing drawn...
carried on…
By love
to light.
Cat and Sam
This poem came to me the morning after Sam passed on. He was a noble animal. I called him "Sam I Am" and "My first-born son." He was the protective "big brother" to Sara, the little dog we had found on the street. Cat, initially terrified of him, became a staunch buddy.
Sam had a peaceful passing. I lit the lavender candle the night before, and again in the morning. The house was filled with the music of Mozart's Requiem . He lay in his favorite place in the living room on a soft wool blanket eating hamburger, Sara nearby.
Sam left his presence with me and his pain is gone.
Lovely.