Normality

terror this morning
comes in the form
of cats chasing
their tales and
each other,
up and down
the hallway of my
funeral procession,
disturbing the bearers
of the news, even
though they have
continued to listen
while remaining
diligent and
steadfast, standing
on the sidewalk,
waiting for the
traffic lights to
return to normal,
and the chasing cats
to cool their high
strung temperments,
allowing the procession
to continue with its
final procession.

January 18, 2016