cotton sky

watched some youtube 
"scarey clouds"
"clouds appear from nowhere"
"these images will make you believe"

and it's true, zeus shot a bolt
from his nose. it was pretty awesome.
but clouds appear from nowhere?
seriously?



today is a grey november
wet warm morning. chubs whines
  collared to the runline
for a few minutes before he gets
to come in for the day. i want to be
a pet in my next life. but not a goldfish.
i hear weasels are easy to keep
and kinda private.


i think of past lives, what choices i must
have made to make this life's loves
behave this way. then i realise i don't
understand karma at all.

rumi said a lot of things about love
but he had  wine and poetry to eat.
every day.  what a kind master.

mine doesn't care for either but
he'll let me have whine. oh bother
wine, but it makes me sleepy or sick.

  it's with distance
that we see anything at all.
outside the universe, looking in.
sky a blanket to curl into.