With a cat on my lap, I’m choosing not to move,
So I’m shooting the sunrise over my shoulder —
And then the fog rolls in, and it’s gone,
As if to say, “This, too, shall pass,”
Reminding us emotions, too, and pain,
And situations, seasons, years — all pass,
And soon the cat will leave my lap
To chase a bug or tussle with his sister.
Enjoy whatever’s now: appreciate
The warmth of cat,
The foghorns blaring in the distance,
The comfort of an old familiar chair,
A tasty cup of coffee,
Cooling in the morning breeze.
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