If a blue-eyed cat
with fur as white
as an angel in freshly-fallen snow
climbs onto your chest
for a nap while you're sprawled
on the couch in the dining room,
set your glasses aside
on the tile floor
and fold that book closed.
Don't take a bite of the muffin
you've been saving to savor
since the stop-off at noon
nor unwrap the letter
a friend in Spokane
spent three days writing to you.
Do not answer your phone
even if it's your mom
calling to tell you that
her ship has come in.
Simply let this cat pin you
to his  be here now  bliss
for few moments in life
are as sweet as this

© by Shoshauna Shy.
Used with the author's permission.