Twisted Or Untwisted
Twisted or untwisted,
distorted, coiled, warped,
entwinded and interwoven,
aberrancies cavort.
Sleeping in the sun room,
mattress on the floor,
we thought that was cool then,
back in 1974.
The sun's glare woke me up,
but I kept my eyes shut tight.
Still, with my eyelids firmly closed,
the room was brutally bright.
I was just relaxing there,
waking and clearing my head,
when I felt my cat step up
on the foot of my pallet-like bed.
I felt the weight of him walking
and I heard his happy purr.
He laid down between my legs
and I stretched to stroke his fur.
He started "making buscuits"
on the inside of my thigh,
his claws were out, it hurt a bit,
and he was kneeding a little high.
My right hand was still petting him-
my right hand was on his head,
and then I opened up my eyes
and my stomach lurched with dread.
I stared in disbelief because
HE WAS NO LONGER THERE,
he had simply vanished,
was gone into thin air.
I have no explanation,
it's too twisted to untwist,
but I swear this really happened,
and my awe of it persists.
Twisted and untwisted,
reality's illusions,
it all adds up cosmically,
to circumspect confusion.
Copyright ©
Danielle White
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