Validation
My cat, Mau Mau, sits
at the open door of my home
Thinking cat thoughts,
wondering cat sorts of things
As he watches the
evening sky
Turn from blue to gray
to black
He breathes cat breaths
and his heart
Beats with a cat
heartbeat
The rhythms his cat
thoughts,
Cat breaths and cat
heartbeat make
Are their own reason
for existing,
And he is comfortable
with no more validation for living
Than the life spark
coursing through his veins
It is good, I think,
every so often,
To strip away from
ourselves
All the heavy trappings
of our culture,
All the striving, and
talking about
What's gonna be on the
TV next week,
And worrying about
paying the bills,
Down to the sorts of
rhythms our human
Heartbeats and breaths
make,
And feel once again for
ourselves
That same sort of
validation for being alive
That needs no more
reason
Than the simple fact
that we exist
Dewey Dirks