You can’t order who you want to be
from a catalogue
or perhaps, you can
if it’s metaphysical
magical
and it doesn’t sell you things.
Good News!
I arrived, last night
like a lost plane
out of gas
drifting on thermals
in a nose dive.
I landed
without a manual
without instructions
without air-traffic control
It was instinct.
I’ve got both feet on the ground
now
It feels good
not to be floating
like a sea captain
who discovers
a new land.
These discoveries
can’t be ordered
or given.
They come
when we change.
Invisible, to us
even though, other people can see them—
one of the few things
that still impresses me
about the human race.
People recognize when a man has two feet on the ground
even though
he’s been walking around
for decades.
Now,
the cats that listen
and say they’re good listeners
are scared
Scaredy-Cats
because the mouse has invisible muscles.
They recognize
no matter how many words are spoken
the male mouse
doesn’t say
what the pussy wants to hear.
Scaredy-Cat tries to figure things out
but the metaphysical
magical
mouse
is an enigma
a code
the cat finds fascinating.
She wants the secret cipher
the key
to unlock her prey
but the lock
only opens with magic
not with the spoken word
that can be heard
but a presence
deserving
of the truth
presented
at the right moment.