Jamal dissolved time.
a game-replay all evening; watching for
that one mistake
that got the other side down!
The sound of the replay on his DVR
drowned the density of light
in his living room.
His window drapes
left the storm – outside
where Toby was drinking the taste of rain.
Out of any expectations.
During the afternoon,
Jamal was watching with casual interest.
How the cat was chasing something around
The cat – turned
into a momentary tyrant,
alert and interested,
Crouched and darted, pawed something
“Cats do not have any regrets
even when nothing is there to catch.”
Every time something moved inside
the shrub –
(Jamal couldn’t tell what was moving from this far)
The cat moved.
“Cats are almost like fossils when they are pretending.
You have to figure them out.”
Nights forced Jamal to watch his DVR.
Jamal waited for that moment –
so that he
could taste his victory scream
The taste of someone winning makes
him a fan.
Ivy wasn’t happy that day.
She did not expect a sink- load of dishes
when she got back home.
Jamal does cook well
but leaves the aftermath- a stampede of
storm in the sink,
Food and leftovers fossilized.
“Why wasn’t the cat litter in its place?”
Ivy was just beginning something.
something and left the room.
How will you describe the taste of winning to Ivy?
The fossil, like Jamal’s cat
does not have anything to explain.
Everyone explains the fossil
Study rocks, guess stories.
Cats may not be looking but they are looking
They are pretending not to see.
Perfect pretenders of bliss even when Ivy stomps around.
It took a few days after that storm. Toby sculpted out a tyrannosaur.
continued to pretend – not showing interest.