When you step
across my stomach,
my chest,

purring loudly!

I get a much better sense
of this body,
this place I call I,

with all its ideas,
memories,
pains

resting now
on the late evening sofa,

paws treading,

Lucien Stryk reciting
Chinese Zen masters
on Spotify

Wilderness Wife sleeping
upstairs

August moon rising
in my window