Poem: Lucia and Me, May 2015

Lucia, May, 2015


Lucia sits with me
my wrinkled cheek pressed against
her old tabby backbone

soon she’ll be all bones
under the avocado tree with her older brother
and other short-lived friends

while I’ll be ash, tossed, I hope
around my garden–maybe in
a newly-dug socket for a small fig tree.

Lucia knows, I think:
she jumped into my lap and purred
as I rocked and nuzzled her
something she’s never done before.

As for me, I adore each day of my life
and look ahead joyfully to my death.