I thought to write, but my mind,
without asking my permission, was
making a journey through grief.

Overcome by sadness and loss
the ache in my heart found
outlet in the form of tears.

Lying sleepless, I watched
the brindle-colored cat
climb the mountain of me

to sprawl in deep contentment
on my shoulder, nestling her
head in my ear.

Purring loudly, she called
my mind back from wandering
and eased my sadness.

15 November 2004