Diary of an American

an artist finding her way to herself

September 20, 2022

cat

the magic black cat laid upon my bed

prognosticating a long journey into the darkness or

maybe we only think opaqueness is dark looming as a ship used to believe the curve of the Earth’s horizon was the edge

how many times do we ask the opaque curtain what lies beyond only the cat

who treads the line between

knows

2022 © d o’leary

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Diana O’Leary

writer, seeker, thinker

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poet, diarist, writer, teacher, woman, fragile, strong, northern life is my domicile, my barbaric yawp exudes against the tide