EARLY MORNING TAI CHI
Slow, the Jade Lady works the shuttle.
There was a dream about the dead cat
who did Tai Chi whenever she moved,
stepped with great care, raised one paw
in graceful greeting.
he can’t move slowly doesn’t mean
I have to hurry all the time. The coffee
makes a sound going into the blue cup,
the pen whispers words on the page.
There is no hurry. The grave
will still be there.