Flawless

Flawless

The best of it was:
two cats,
each a semi-Nautilus,
one the yin,
the other yang on my lap,
snoozing
or
soaring on the sound
made by my own voice,
lungs open,
everything part of the one thing,
music, bird, man
or
mischievous breeze,
teasing at hide and seek,
one
summer afternoon,
while work wilted
or
that young lad,
when I was a young lad,
who,
lay near and next and kinda
liked it,
too.

That was the best of it.

Now?
full nights of easy
sleep are rare,
few and less
remain.
I prepare,
at God’s behest?
and won’t return again.