Tuesday, 3 November 2020

that is that

 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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