Hope the Cat

“Hope the cat didn’t bother you.”

(An avalanche of expectations
Hushed by stark disregard,
Swept out of sight
Like the mess of a rude child.

The world should have tilted
Under the sudden weight of the silence—
Spun in retreat back to when silence
Was companionable.

Flesh should have served
As the final decrier,
But there was no flesh in this,
Only the proxy of distance—

Who remits an apogee of suffering
As a wink of light,
Who transforms a thread of truth
Into a web of invention.)

The cat proved the closest comfort.