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The Apprentice



 
 
I would like to receive direct training
from my cat in which I learn to move slowly
from room to room in search of pools of sunlight,
learn to immerse myself in a new rhythm
that has everything to do with darkness and warmth
and nothing at all to do with a clock. And purr about it.
Purr because purring feels so good in the body.
I want to restore my connection with silence,
to let something small, like a ribbon, completely
captivate my attention. Want to be utterly
absorbed by the way light moves. I want more skill
in being curious about my own wildness,
to be less civilized, more alive. For her part,
the cat seems disinterested in this new arrangement.
She rubs against my leg before wandering off to nap.
I follow her, letting my shoulder graze the wall.
Can you go slower? I ask myself as I move newly
through space. It feels ancient, this pace.
Nothing like the bustle I normally keep.
I let myself move toward curling in,
toward sleep, and for a dreamy, real moment,
I know slowness as a primitive right,
an invitation to intimacy with the world,
the kind of skill that can’t be rushed.
The cat nuzzles into my side.
And for a moment, some emptiness
I hadn’t known was there is filled.

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Slower

They are beautiful, the Japanese eggplant,
dangling beneath wide fringed leaves.
I love the way I need to search for them,
how they curl and swirl like amethyst earrings,
how they hide in surprise in the low shade.
I love the way they tangle in the basket,
how they refuse to lie flat on the grill.
Some things defy a linear process,
require me to go slow, to take note.
All afternoon, I move slower.
Not once do I wish it were any other way.
 

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