© 2008 David Malin
David Malin
I am here
To show you
The hidden
Treasures!
How the
Old brown
String
Is truly
A stealthily
Seductively
Slithering
Snake!
How the
Spiraling
Wind-dancing
Leaf
Is truly
Heaven’s
Bird of
Fire!
How the
Throw pillow
On the couch
Is truly
A royal throne,
Commanding
Obeisance
And praises
And scratching
Of my
Chin!
How
Vibrations
Of the joy
Of the cosmos
Will issue
Mysteriously
From my throat
If only
You will
Stroke
My soft
Furry
Belly!
To show you
The hidden
Treasures!
How the
Old brown
String
Is truly
A stealthily
Seductively
Slithering
Snake!
How the
Spiraling
Wind-
Is truly
Heaven’s
Bird of
Fire!
How the
Throw pillow
On the couch
Is truly
A royal throne,
Commanding
Obeisance
And praises
And scratching
Of my
Chin!
How
Vibrations
Of the joy
Of the cosmos
Will issue
Mysteriously
From my throat
If only
You will
Stroke
My soft
Furry
Belly!
These things content me:
Walking my garden path’s
Grey flagstone steps,
Seeing new shoots
Bursting green
From black dirt,
Hearing bees buzz
As they sip
Sweet reward.
These things content me:
Hearing my daughter
Sing
Soft to herself,
Feeling cat’s paws
Kneading
Soft on my skin,
Hearing the earth
Purr
Soft on the wind.
Walking my garden path’s
Grey flagstone steps,
Seeing new shoots
Bursting green
From black dirt,
Hearing bees buzz
As they sip
Sweet reward.
These things content me:
Hearing my daughter
Sing
Soft to herself,
Feeling cat’s paws
Kneading
Soft on my skin,
Hearing the earth
Purr
Soft on the wind.
The Hidden Treasures
Sitting with Cat on a Garden Bench