Musings

When I was a child...
I'd be sitting on my garden wall
and my shadow would step up onto a roof
and spirit dance along the top

jumping from pot to pot
I used lampposts as stepping stones
I tight-roped along the telephone wires
I pirouetted on the washing poles
Some days I did aerial acrobatics
and drew hearts on the blue
T'il my brother's football brought me down to earth
with a bump.

but this was long ago
and now as an old lady it suffices
...to float ...up into the clouds
Stretch big... I'm a big old tabby cat
sprawled long, belly up to the sun
and the clouds patient as ever, wrap me in their kapok softness
for my much needed catnap …

just until the bus comes.