KARMIC FIRE©
DEPARTURE
Rosie raiding under the sink
knocking over the garbage pail
chicken bones on the kitchen floor
on the other hand, next morning she is forgiven
we have yet to get the day started
she leads me into the pantry
whether or not her bowl needs a refill
she waits until I stroke the back of her neck
“OK, old girl”
eventually we will end up at cheese time
watching the news on TV
she and Tabitha will pile onto my lap
our evening treat
it will begin on the pantry step
when I take off my boots
and she brushes gently alongside
“well old girl, did you take care of things?”
“you're in charge while I'm gone, you know”
but tonight her touch was just a gentle breeze
MOVING ON
if all the power of the universe could squeeze
through the tip of this pen
and the page were not obliterated
what inconceivable dream would be revealed
toe nail fungus to an enlightened civilization
to the fires of karma
tail wagging an imperiled cat
that survived in a burst of laughter
and here is this absolute mote
guiding the journey of an infinitely powerful pen
which is stopped by Tabitha's urgent quest
for the great outdoors
shrouded in mysteries of the night
in the dream
where Rosie went`
