It isn’t enough to be alone.
The things in my house all are speaking to me at once.
I ask, “Do I love you?” and find I’m kindly asking them to leave one by one.
What arrives is a shush.
Last night when I climbed into bed
my cat was already asleep on my side and didn’t budge
but trusted me enough sleep right through my stirring.
She stays.
your post is a work of art
I agree, Mary Ann. The poem, the photo.