Set Up

I’m being set up:
Gravity has lost its meaning-
The cat, amused by nothing,
Now takes real interest in me.

My neighbors emit cordiality
On the off-chance I may say hello
Where, beyond my window, aches the
Pequannock sighing an urban breath;

Exhaling its sorrow for the day,
Winding a lazy path to calm waters
Like my own voice as it transports
The upwinds of my collective breathing

To a voicing of What Is -in this moment-
Rather than What Was. . .
As the cat, defying gravity, leaps into my lap,
An effortless motion like the sparrows now
Outside my window
Singing resolute melodies of warmer days.

© K. James Ribble