I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.) They are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here. Copyright also applies to almost all photos posted here, most of which are my own, though a few are licensed under Creative Commons.
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1 May 2010

Letting Go of Difference

She’s been training us
now for years
to let go of the notion
that cats and people
have their own separate places.

We are tribe, she says,
we are herd.
Settles herself, insistent,
at bed or table,
defining them as shared spaces.

And as the years pass
we let go
more and more of difference,
of entitlement,
that ‘superior human’ stance.

Glad that this smart cat
and loving
has been willing to teach us
about connection,
we move with her now in that dance.

April PAD Challenge 30
Prompt: Letting go.
(The cat is Freya.)


  1. there's a superior human stance. I've been cat-broken to know my lower place years ago. ;)

  2. There's that funny saying, "dogs have owners, cats have staff." Thank you so much for pointing me over here to your very lovable poem!