It’s a calico

and stalks our yard

with spiritual confidence

Sometimes I lift the curtain

to get a better view

It freezes

we eye each other

And it’s quite entertaining

Especially when I should be writing

When it tires of our connection

It disappears behind the bush that divides us.

Tomorrow we may do the same thing

I’m not always looking for it

and it’s not always looking for me

-Saschia Johnson