Parts Of Joy
(for Nicholas)

Notice please the animals
how they are trapped
by pleasure, frozen
in desires of rub and sleep.
Even ants are on the verge
of something new each time,
concentrated into long lines
of pillage and search where
love and anger are sequential matters.

Cats balance on the edges
where rubbish contains the odor
of the thousand places they've been
as they wait and flee,
bouncing and sailing through
the air. They always know
where they are going
and perform with ease
that which is easy.
This type of thing becomes them.