04 March 2017

Morning After

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Sunshine and radiator heat meet on my right arm
as I am typing this

now, emerging from crazy time, reentering from twilight zones of unreason.
Travails lasted an hour this morning.  
My arm faces South.  My face points East enough
to feel my country tis of thee that bombs raze death on 
more than terrorists and plots.

Eyes closed, 
I count time ticking till I can drop empathy and blithely resume life
in the safe zone of home with cats asleep after their nightly romp
upstairs and down.

One leap away from each other, they took turns at follow-
the-leader hunting games
and left behind a trail of destruction—papers unpiled and spilled,
carpets rippled
and I just laugh at their antics so easily erased
even if their hunt fails.



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© 2017 Susan L. Chast

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17 comments:

Martin Kloess said...

Great composition/reflection -reality check

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Thank heaven for the safe haven of home after being out in the world. Sounds like they had a wild game of chase while you were away.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

Cats have a way of easing the pain of living in a world gone made. So glad you have a safe haven--with cats!

Magaly Guerrero said...

Love the conversational tone, the peace of mind, the normalcy... It's just wonderful to know--to feel--that even in the middle of chaos, there are some things that will always feel all right.

brudberg said...

I think we need those small disasters at home to take our attention from the bigger ones every now and then... Maybe it's time to get myself a cat.

indybev said...

Two cats allow us to share their home here, and it is not unusual to be awakened by the clatter of something falling victim to their nightly forays. Nice analogy of that to our forays out in the clamoring, clattering, noisy world! Thank heaven for the peace of home!

Sanaa Rizvi said...

I like the progression of this poem.. from sombre contemplation to light-hearted in the end. Beautifully penned.

Rommy said...

I was struck by the line "I count time ticking till I can drop empathy and blithely resume life". Sometimes the news from the real world is hard to bear. For those moments, there are cute cat videos.

Mary said...

Ah, I do think we all have to retreat into that safe zone of home sometime....and just enjoy those cats (or dogs!)

Thotpurge said...

twilight zones of unreason... wow! like that!

Wendy Bourke said...

A splendid capture. I too, sometimes feel as though normalacy has rapidly vaulted into the lofty heights of non-twilight-zone-esque. When there is sometime occupying your senses that doesn’t make you cringe, it somehow feels like a tender moment. Such are the times we live in … small mercies: cherished all the more. Thank heavens for cats!

endless-search said...

Thank you for your visit. I think we must be on a similar wavelength as that song has been haunting me a bit lately. Yes, it's difficult to watch what is happening to our world, and oh so good to just be at home and tranquil for a few moments,

Elizabeth

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

On the eve of destruction, what do we have but the retreat to our cosy home spaces here and now?

Old Egg said...

There is nothing quite like the safe feeling of home...but then I remembered what happened 80 years or so ago in Kristallnacht (night of the broken glass) in Germany and I had a shudder of fear. We must be very afraid.

Gillena Cox said...

Thank Heavens for comfort zones

Happy you dropped by my Sunday Standard this week

much love...

colleen said...

I like the placement of present moment. I can't help but think of the crazy state of affairs in our country. It feels so dirty.

annell said...

Kitties have a way of bringing us "home." I like to think of them as our guides and our teachers.