Poem: nature, a million year altar

                                                                             Walter Chandigarh

Frens, 1955

Meditation is the space between 

1 and 2. 

Mediation is the balance of all 3. 

I lay with my cat, 

head by its belly 

arm curled along his torso and head

neat as a comma, 

the blanket, his geometry of bed

he sleeps fitfully 

his limbs fidgeting 

emitting 

small squeaks from his dreams.

His eyelids flutter

a kitten heartbeat,

his breathing undulates 

as if some creature moving in the sea.

Cats and people know

deep, like stones

that the absence of an action

means more than the action itself.