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Lonely walking.
Despite tears,
eyes looking for an oasis of peace.
A respite from
trying too hard.
Impossible to please them all,
even myself.
Over the bridge,
along the path,
dejected, worthless.
Wanting to run away, but
trapped by circumstance.
Hating it all.
Needing comfort with no strings.
A cat walks ahead,
slows,
waits for a word or touch
twisting around fingertips and legs.
Together onward.
Meeting a bench
the cat jumps up.
I ask also to sit
and am granted my wish.
Eagerly it alights my lap
we sit, mutually speaking,
without strings.
Out on the common
Santa walks his dog.
An opening door
behind
breaks the spell.
Cat pads back
I carry on.
Both warmed and lightened by
the encounter.
Chris Brinded
18/08/2011