Simple Things

serene and still

I wrote this poem a day before my roommate and her cat, Kuni moved out.

Simple things

And life said,
will you love me anyway?

I know I am full of pain. 
Will you love me anyway?

I know I am full of sorrow,
anger and rage.

Will you love me anyway?

Even through all this hubbub and angst,
Kuni, the cat sits napping next to me

serene and still
and unaware of all this turbulence inside me, 

present, apparently, to some secret inner calm 
Here at the center of all things. 

Soon she will be gone
and yet she sits without a stir,
without trembling. 

I think she knows she is leaving. 
I think she knows these are our last days together. 
Its why she's been much more frequent in her visits, I can tell.

I play my piano 
and watch old clips of Robin Williams
and cry at my mother's carelessness,

And Kuni comes to comfort me, 
yet again,
just one more time. 

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