the story so far

look at the cat
bathing in the sun.
she has no schedule.

around her passes
anything. quietly
she naps.

think of the sun
blazing silently.
a dewdrop of light

slowly evaporating.
think of the sun.
he cannot think of you.

remember the mountains.
children of the slow
cataclysm, waiting

placidly, sleeping
soundly beneath the sun.
they owe us nothing.