Lost Cat

 Lost Cat

(Tribute to Murakami)

 

My cat is lost,

It often goes away

Like myself

In search of itself

Unlike me, though

I hope it gets its answers.

 

Perhaps it does,

Why else would it return?

But then, why does it

Get lost yet again?

Perhaps, the frame of reference changes

Perhaps the answers  no longer make sense

 

Or perhaps, it has new questions.

Best of all,

Perhaps it never needs answers

But just goes out

To marvel at the world

Or the wonders of the Milky Way

 

While I Fret

That my cat is lost.

Perhaps it is me –

I worry, but it doesn’t

If it has to return

It will…

 

It will come back

To these worldly ways

It will force itself

Like a square peg

It will conquer

Its existential woes

 

To find its pockets

Of fuzzy warmth

Now I wish I had a cat

For I never had one

Though I keep thinking

What was it that got lost

 

13^th May