Our Only Reward is Joy
My cat dashes out the door, first
feigning right then at full sprint,
between my legs. An indoor cat,
I curse after him, but this is a dance
we've danced before. The stairway
extends into the courtyard, &
the concrete must be an ocean
to him. Because he stops there,
impossible to stop like that, so
suddenly every time & won't step
across. Have you ever edged up
to the end of a dock, looked out
on the thoughtless sea & how large
you are compared to it, who can not
look back on it's own annihilation?
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