By: Ellen Bass
to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.
That's all I got. Rainy, cloudy day here in the deep South. I love y'all, I really do.
"Women, poets, and especially artists, like cats; delicate natures only can realize their sensitive systems." ~Helen M. Winslow
"I love cats because I love my home and after a while they become its visible soul." ~Jean Cocteau
"Cats have intercepted my footsteps at the ankle for so long that my gait, both at home and on tour, has been compared to that of a man wading through low surf." ~Roy Blount, Jr
"People who love cats have some of the biggest hearts around." ~Susan Easterly
"It always gives me a shiver when I see a cat seeing what I can't see." ~Eleanor Farjeon
"A cat pours his body on the floor like water." ~William Lyon Phelps