by T.J. Banks
(April 15, 1999 -- September 9, 2004)
You come to me
in the garden
skimming silently
across the falling leaves.
I turn,
& there you are,
every Abyssinian inch of you
from glowing amber eyes
to silky apricot belly
finely limned as in a
painting.
Your dark-tipped whip of a tail
wrapped about your ghost-paws,
you sit there,
quiet & loving-eyed
as in life,
& our souls touch once again
in greeting.
All roads do not
end in death, you tell me:
soul-knots cannot be untied.
Your cougar-lithe body
is gone,
but your spirit lingers,
as magical -- & as real --
as roses in November.
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4 comments:
What a beautiful elegy for a very much loved cat. :)
A heart-filled poem to a beloved cat. The verse makes you pause and wonder... about our life and the Beyond. I love the depth of the verse, and also its touch of a lighter side that comes out through the friendly, protecting shape of the cat ghost.
An absolutely thought-provoking, eye-opening and soul-touching poem!
I just found your comment today, Aubrie, but thank you so much. Solstice was indeed a very much loved cat & is still with me in many ways.
Thanks, Alex! As always, you get to the heart of the matter --
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