The gray cat makes no demands on me
Just a bit of comfort is sought
In the crook of my arm
A nest of repose, in dreams
Pleasure found
To slumber 16 hours a day
Must be an enchanted state
If I was a cat
To dream such dreams
To purr with contentment
To live and simply be
Unconcerned with tomorrow’s events
The coil of plush gray fur,
Like a nautilus, turned inward into herself,
Whiskers upturned, a kind of smile,
The sleekness of her fur
A delight to touch
I stroke the length of her spine
In easy, steady rhythm
Spellbound
I reach out
To touch her, in the dark of night,
When haunted
By memory
Dreams that bewilder
Wandering in unfamiliar dreamscapes
Images I cannot comprehend
I sense the rise and fall of her breath
Synchronize my breathing to hers
I am steadied
I am calmed
I am comforted