she thought
and i said
and she wanted
and i argued
and we agreed
on tomorrow
tomorrow's agreement
is another day's
arrangement
of light and line
curve and curiosity
captured in
a new eye for detail...
String theory
My cat attacks a ball of twine
pushing it around the limits defined
by walls and furniture, impediments
that bend and shape the line
that records the history
of the singularity
of her intent.
She collides against
the watching vases innocent
of any sin but the accident
of existence and its diminishing reward;
the incidental galaxies
she casually crashes as offerings
to the laws of pulse and pause
that mark her energetic cause.
Locus of her determination,
her self-satisfaction recrudescent
the ball advances as it declines
and she will play it out
against the end of time
when the string or she is spent
and someone must rewind.