if your determination pushes your body
further than its accustomed borders
you know how the mind begins to drown
in the gooey waves from which we are
some form of abstract manifestation
churned into overload as a reminder:
i am a subject of this cellular vehicle
despite any grand ideas keeping me
determined to see the grand slosh
   carry on

green outside all
around gray clouds
closed in wet and
dripping cool water
covering green all
around closed in
warm wet sounds of
dripping only green
and gray with nothing
beyond the green
reflections in drops
falling all around
so quietly as if i
could believe nothing
else ever matters
through the tiny drops
millions of spheres
green all around
the quietest gray
with nothing else
and never seen

the neighborhood cats
sneak through the brush
every night hunting
anything they can take

in their practiced silence
they have no need to lie
   (but they would)
to get what they want
which they don't even know
until a vulnerable target
appears within their sights

yet strangely
i'm grateful
for the rats
have their own
wicked sides

and the rats, clumsy
in their obvious plans
are everywhere you look
quite unlike the cats