On a lulled and certain morning,

it arrives.


A moment steps into the road

and takes everything that once was.

Empty plans drift 

while you meet that singular,

tufted gaze


and every thought is upended —

even your own name becomes a question

with a whiskery twitch, 

by an uphill flow on furred feet.


As this fierce current glides around

you, a cracked stone in the river, 

a rush of recognition rises 

in its wake —


nothing can undo

the living earth that binds us, 

the timeless spaces 


from within.

It is a wild and irrepressible 


that holds us all.

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  1. This is magical Tricia! I am in awe you saw and photographed this “singular, tufted gaze” from so close. What kind of cat is she? xo


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