My Constant

He is lazy

when the sunshine spreads on the floor.

He's relaxed

in that way, a cat is more.

The cat that was frantic

chasing shadows up the wall

has conformed to every ripple

in the blankets by the door.

All the muscles that were tensing

now in slumber is relieved.

All the movement that was fury

is tamed to a bore.

He is lazy

when the sunshine spreads on the floor.