the cat sits
on the bed next to my wife
then moves to snuggle at her feet,
with tail atwitch
like a modest sphinx
glorying in the return of its mother.
calm. solid. at peace with the world,
her owl like eyes convey only
when have I felt that compact
perhaps never. my mind wanders, flutters, worries
and the straight buddha quiet escapes me
never arises, for other things intervene
between being and just being.
does she know more than I in her composition
sphinxlike, I will never know.