When addressed, a Gentleman Cat does not move a muscle. He looks as if he hasn't heard.
Where joy in an old pencil is not absurd.
A holiday gives one a chance to look backward and forward; to reset oneself by an inner compass.
May we agree that private life is irrelevant? Multiple, mixed, ambiguous at best - out of it we try to fashion the crystal clear, the singular, the absolute, and that is what is relevant; that is what matters.
Your poems will happen when no one is there.
He [the cat] wound himself around her legs, purring the purr of ardent desire like a kettle coming to a boil and then bubbling very fast.