Thursday, September 1, 2011


One hungry winter morning
amid broken rows of corn,
a lean cat waits, watching a hole
beneath the least of stubble
as though it were no trouble
to lie still for one eternity---
two eternities---
three at the least.
Cat watches with golden eyes while
at the other end
a slow tail beats the change
of each era.

Within the dark hole trembles

either the mother of next year's
crop of patient field mice---

or tonight's dinner.


1 comment:

  1. The cat watching the mouse hole is one of my favorite analogies for teaching meditation. You bring it to life well. Although, I don't know how conducive considering the mouse's plight would be for the student.