Kitty
sitting
on my notebook
begs the question
What you got
to write about
anyway?
Raise your hand
if you’ve been where I am headed
because I do not know
this no-footed cat
or any of these boxes
full of promises
The air breathes different here
but it is still still
I do not know tenterhooks
which might be like eggshells
and I am almost out
of eggs
This latest place
is already taken
so I will keep on wish-packing
but if you’ve already been
where I am headed
please let me know
- John Steinbeck