Hunger Pangs
He and his cat
Sit upon upturned suitcases
Peering vacantly out the ocean house window
He and his cat stare together
As the reflections press back
Cloning the vacuum of isolation
The bookshelves behind him
Empty
Kitchen cabinets
Empty
His stomach
Empty
His heart
Empty
Beyond the window
High to the right
Encroaching weather gathers
While to the left
Escaping sun hovers below cloud cover
Resting a few moments longer upon the horizon
Another guest joins him
Perched on the window sill
A roach
A rather large roach
Eyes the storm
Eyes the cat
Soon
Night’s shroud
Will erase the perceptions
Returning his mirrored picture
His room’s embrace
To but a dark cell in his mind
Where bars are ever present
Except when reflection erases them
Today
Weathering choruses precede the night
Its rain quickly turning to flurries
Quickly turning to carpeting flakes
Reflections transpose to memories of what once was
Feeding his hunger pangs
Ice crystal flakes and laughter salad
Alarm clock soup
Plucked innocence under glass
XXX soufflé of web loneliness
Fricassee of conscience forever steaming hot
Wine of repentance
Patiently breathing
Readying absolution
For some worthy day
Without warning
A smile envelops his stare
Waiting out the sun sinking into slumber
The tenacious roach
The testimony of nature’s perseverance
Time’s eldest statesman
Remains stoic
Anticipating the next century
Cat willing
And he?
His feline?
Because reflections know not lying
Living isn’t so bad
There’s always imagination for company
