drifting like a ghost
there is sadness in the air you can feel it
the wind is still
and the sun comes & goes
as if it’s a domestic cat
not really knowing
what she wants
I open the door
but the cat will not enter
she just sits there
looking sad
the wind is still
and moon is nowhere
to be found
perhaps sadder than
the rest of us
solitarily crying
I close the door
and the cat begins to wail
I walk away & pretend
that I am deaf
the wind is still
and the clouds are full of rain
but the rain
does not fall
held back by something
outside of my knowing
I open the window
the winds begin to blow
exposing both sun & moon
the cat drifting like a ghost
july two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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