that is that
dust sun ghosting this autumn’s window
early drawn across a day’s begun
widow high down upon a summer’s fun
then down a sunbeam’s cat dust
her fur shining or elbow buff
i cannot get enough
of all this mornings musing
sitting here upon this day
to go or to stay
i ask myself and pussy cat
why the sun patterned shadow
is sliding across the mat
that stirs the coffee steaming
on a morning of dreaming
of whether to this or that
might be the best
or least best or worse
or better best be stirring
the coffee that is steaming
on the dreaming of a morning
when nothing is second best
be going to the sea
for every day it is calling
come on and swim in me
and to be or not to be
is no longer a question
for me or for my cat
i decide to go on swimming
and that
as they say
is that
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