Dust

Sunlight filtering
through my heavy drapes,
the shadow of my cat
beneath the door,
I stretch, sigh,
insist my eyes open
as the sun glows brighter still.

She is anxious to be fed.
I tossed her out at 6:15,
too early for me
to start my day.
Her internal clock
needs a new alarm.
I appreciate her steady silence.

Mantras enter,
reminders of just how lucky
I am,
words designed
to acknowledge gratitude,
to build confidence,
words falling flat
as my feet hit the floor.

It’s the next day

in a stream of next days

leading to the end of days.

As is my custom,
more like obsession,
I make my bed,
pull back the drapes
and peek through blinds
that need dusting.
The powder on my finger
flicked off for another day.

As I open the door,
she voices her good morning,
reaches up for her morning hugs,
showers me with kisses
as we make our rounds,
a ritual of greeting the day,
the kitchen the last stop
to prepare our morning repas.

A plate of salmon for her.
A coffee for me.



Poetry by Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
Written on 2026-04-24 at 18:14

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