Where is your cat heaven, in heaven,
I say to Daphne, white angora by the wall,
Travelling all night I have striven
To unravel the mysteries of the fall.

She snipples her muffin lips at me
Softly in whitest white secret secrecy.
All day I have searched through these spheres
For you to mysteriously appear

& where more or less you disappear.
No fear, Daphne on the floor is here.
I rise to say the stars have ears
& whisper between laughter & tears.

& outside that thing that comes in, the thing,
is no more than the music left standing.
Poetry Life and Times