We moved our cat to our new apartment.
She spent the first two days under things.
Then she came out and walked around.
She found the food and water bowls
And the place to relieve herself
And then went back under things.
Now, a week later, she runs back and forth,
Peering into every corner,
Looking for the stairs
That are no longer here.
The furniture is the same as our old house.
It smells the same
And we smell the same,
“But where are the stairs?”
She must be asking herself.
There were stairs going up
And stairs going down
And things happening above and below
In our home we all shared before.
But isn’t that all of us here on Earth?
Eating, drinking, looking for relief,
Vaguely recalling something more,
Walking, looking up and down,
Trying to find the stairs?
This poem was originally published on Medium.com.
About the Creator
An older Gen X-er, my childhood was surrounded by theatre people. My adulthood has been surrounded by children, first my students, then my own, and now more students! You can also find me on Medium here: https://medium.com/@becklesjm
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!