Cat

i came home crazed

the cat willy dubbed
diamond, electrified,
raced around, almost
tripping me
several times

it might have been that she
saw i was keeping my
external behavior in
check, who knows, but in
any case
she lay at the foot of my
bed like an egyptian
monolith— a sphinx– the
embodiment of sanity, a
treasure trove, protecting
her true nature and mine–

an eruption
something like
the spring day that
shone
after earlier storms

Martha Strom writes, paints, and makes collages in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, New York. Besides these creative endeavors, she swims year round and practices yoga and meditation daily.