- whole in all the broken places -

in the foot-high Kikuyu grass
the neighbor cat pounces,
under the grapefruit tree
whose fruit i've undertasted.

i carve blue wax
at my altar of a studio bench.
you could stand on the thick
maple top. i have.

quiet morning with whisper
of freeway drones, with
scratching of Honey cat,
husband snoring. birds singing.

-- poem written this day/this morning --