Saturday, February 1, 2025, 14*. Snowing.
In a Different Place
I no longer reach for your cup
absentmindedly
I’m aware you’re not here
It’s not quiet, the mornings
well maybe a few seconds are quiet
before they know I’m awake
Ruger asks how I slept
tells me he loves me
he wants to go out
Zsolt and Zayne want to be
released from their room
Ruger was supposed to
sleep there too
No one has a crate anymore
they take up too much room
Everyone talks while I get dressed
they tell me about their dreams
ask about mine
“What’s for breakfast?”
“Are we going somewhere?”
"Did you forget to comb your hair?"
Coffee drips into my cup
while we walk about outside
For a while when we come in
I have time to write
time to take my pills
time to drink my first cup
with them gathered under and around
my desk until it’s time for breakfast
Zayne supervises pushes his nose closer
as I measure food into 3 bowls
Zsolt paces between kitchen
and laundry when he's not on the sofa
patiently waiting to be called
Ruger measures the pace
with his metronome tail
My cup of life
has been refilled
"Do not conform to the pattern of this world,
but be transformed by the renewing of your mind."
Romans 12:2
Art & Poem: LJ Austin
