The Cat, Our Sentinel of Sleep
I swim the tides of sleep, I swim the tides of sleep, surfacing briefly, to catch little glimpses of the clock: 4:30. 4:47. 5:12. 5:34—before slipping back under the murky and mottled glass of dreams
I swim the tides of sleep, I swim the tides of sleep, surfacing
briefly, to catch little glimpses of the clock:
4:30. 4:47. 5:12. 5:34—before slipping back under
the murky and mottled glass of dreams
unable to piece the kaleidoscope of poorly lit hallways
and long forgotten teachers
into anything resembling sense
instead bob at the surface,
awaiting the shrill volley of notes, a decibel too loud for waking,
to clatter off the nightstand and send the cat over us both
Spring loaded, a swath of calico, bounds across
our tangled, horizontal arrangement—
From above we appear serpentine, our thighs braided together
Your torso, a sturdy trunk I’ve grown fond of climbing,
Peeks out from beneath the ocean of linen we’re knotted in
and in a graceless misuse of hips, the cat scrabbles across us,
and making a half circle of herself, settles above our heads
before grappling your forearm—
She licks the long hooks of hair, coiling
like cooled molasses at the base of your wrist
and then lunging like a viper, strikes down
into the webbing between your thumb
resuming her careful and tedious sampling
of the salt you keep there
this persists, the usual battle between you two,
for a couple of minutes until the cat upturns herself
in exhaustive defeat, belly up in surrender,
and you, uprooting yourself of the entanglement,
shake off the last vaporous tendrils of sleep
and glide towards the kitchen
the cat slinking behind you,
while I swim a little longer atop our mattress,
diving under the glass of dreams again,
and catching the scent of coffee you put on
resign to waking, grateful for the mornings
we spend entwined, the cat, our sentinel of sleep.
About the Creator
Ashley McCauliff
A Massachusetts native, whose heart is in Vermont. Received a BFA in creative writing from Johnson State College, Roger Rath Mark Canavan Award for best BFA writer in the program and a two week fellowship to the Vermont Studio Center.
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