In the gently aging house,
replete with writers
there are endless rooms
in which the muse darts
dispensing her soul.
I prefer to sit with the cat
curled in an overstuffed chair
her head rising
and falling imperceptibly
our breaths harmonic.
We commune in unspoken dialog
a language of silence
bespeaking volumes
of our shared existence.

First published in The River, Sandy River Review, March 2024
https://sandyriverreview.com/2024/03/30/seeing-you-again-next-stop-riding-ty-newydd/