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
