cat secure
on left arm
purring contently
his world
other writing
on maps
staring at maps
on the wall
finding myself
tracing paths
toward the future
land
just beyond
reach
the shore
there
what it comes to
not that
at least
not always
but then again
sometimes
it does come
to that
the world shifts
morning coffee
watching my world
shift
the weekend
garbage bags filled
the weekend
distilled
restless mind
to rein in
a restless mind
is like trying
to bottle
the wind
hands
two hands
over ribs
holding the heart
in place
the wind blows
the wind blows
steady
tonight
carrying with it
the weight
of a heart
door number 3
well
I’ve tried
the lady
and the tiger
survived both
more or less
so now
I’m eyeing
door number 3
and thinking
whatever I’ve got
to lose
I’ve already lost
and with that thought
firmly implanted
in what’s left
of this brain
I stride forward
hand outstretched
reaching for the future
door number 3
Leonard Durso 