Quartet
They flicker like tiny sparks,
these rapid kittens
intense in attention,
movements reflecting
every neighboring small movement.
Suspicious of brief distractions.
Violent, then soft like the feather
they’ve destroyed,
drifting to the window frame above,
forgotten by its intense stalkers
of a second before.
This is a post from July 19, 2017
Spinning Top
Is senility a resurrected prenatal state—
hearing the outer world
with limited stages of connection?
Or is it a journey backwards through a lifetime,
remembering details pushed into
the closets of the mind by daily tasks?
The hum of a life is deafening in this world.
Even with earbuds or headsets,
the noise of the world streams in,
wired direct into our consciousness,
quelling thoughts of our own,
wiping clean for the time being,
memories.
The whole world with us every minute
leads to no world of our own.
Barraged our entire lives,
more now than ever,
does senility offer a time before our death
to connect with our inner selves once more?
Relieved of the world,
do we spin like a top into that inner world,
remembering a lifetime lost to activity—
the resurrected adolescence of old age
evolving backwards into a dreaming time
wherein we joyfully wander ourselves again?
Some choose the rope, fearing a nightmare of senility,
yet some of us hope for a return to dreams of childhood,
relieved of all care, even for ourselves.
No one comes back to tell us which it is,
yet some of us?
We hope.
We hope.
( First published on July 4, 2018)
I was walking by my friend Isidro’s studio/gallery one day when I saw these little paws sticking out from under his door. Very shortly thereafter, this little boy came by and the rest of the story took place. So touching. He knew right where to stick his finger in the kitty’s underside of his paw to bring obvious pleasure to his friend. Had to add a shot of my kitty Annie as well..waiting on the wall to be fed. I think more photos will follow, but I have to catch a plane now..See you later.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 