The fall is always a time of change. New school years and new jobs and challenges. New home chores and a flood of holidays. Things to do lists as long as play off hockey players beard. New schedules and shorter days; sometimes it feels as though less time. Having a home-schooling twelve-year-old join the resistance because the sun went down makes you feel like Lord Vader.

Or attempting the Sysphean task of getting them out of bed earlier. Teenagers need their sleep or they turn to trolls.

Bastet’s Shadow

translating the light
deep within the mass
of an oscillating sea
where dark matter
may be unearthed

is this the dense abyss
of weightless discovery
or are we on the pinpoint crest
of the vast, forever unknown

the empirical quandary
smell
see
touch
hear
taste

how can you grasp
that which eludes
the senses
limited so, by physical reach

Anubis chases Bastet’s shadow
or is it his burnt-out cosmic tail
orbital law or laying a groove
silky space-time
or bottomless quicksand

can you dig it

the darkest, coolest of cats
alive or dead, existing or not
will not be contained in a box

meet me at the intersection
of everywhere and nowhere
it’s a hole of a place
look for me; I’ll be the one
with spaghettified scratches