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`