A New Year of Poems

Hurry

You wandered

around the small cab of the truck

that was as black

as night

and I marveled at your

beautiful pebble grey

striped points.

Hurry, hurry, hurry

you voicelessly whispered.

 

You curled up

on my lap

so I could submerge my hands

into your silky fur

as the sun

set on the flat horizon

outside the truck window.

The sky turned

peach

with puffs of coral and sapphire.

Hurry, hurry, hurry

the colors called.

 

Your plaintive meowling

first caught my attention

yesterday

and it has been an eternity since.

As you perched

on the edge of my legs,

those meows turned to

soft purrs

fading into the

hurry, hurry, hurry

of the engine.

 

Your mother

who cared for you

your whole life has died

and you are to live with us

now

and we must

hurry, hurry, hurry

to get home.

 

Soon

this journey will end.

I have to

hurry, hurry, hurry

but I

    don’t want

                      to.