Un poema lindo de un amigo

I Am Cat
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You ask for a poem from me
like a cat going to lap up milk
from a strange bowl.

She creeps up on the bowl, slowly
as if stalking prey.
She gets her eyes
over the rim. White milk shimmers, eyes
grow wide as if seeing its reflection for the first time.

You are that poem. Reflect on youself in the pool of milk,
reflect the sky and sun, reflect doubt and injustice,
music and feelings, death, family, flowers, a pet dog...sadness.

The cat sees the same things I do and has none of these reflections.
The cat is not sad nor unjust, it owns nothing and has nothing. I am cat.
I am that. I am cat. I am that. I am.

I am....
I am...
I am...

©2007 Baumgarten