Claws, A True Story
“Ow! Hermione!”
Claws interrupted my meditation.
And then they got stuck.
First, the left claws.
Then, the right
in a desperate attempt
to free the left.
Funny, I thought.
It’s usually Adora
who gets stuck.
She’s not very good
at being
a cat.
Except, I wasn’t meditating.
I was on my knees
reaching under the bed,
my invitingly stockinged feet
exposed.
Except I wasn’t on my knees.
I’d Zoomed into the morning meditation
and decided to meditate
lying down
after a long evening
of air travel.
Dangerous.
I woke up,
looked
over at my meditation bench,
and remembered
Adora had knocked
my mindfulness bell
off its cushion
two minutes into my sit.
Or lie.
When I woke,
I didn’t hear echoes
of a rebuke from
Gethsemane.
I heard a faint chuckle.
I went back
to meditating.
