Purr

I curl in the domestic purr,

the gurgling dishwasher,

the music in the other room,

the goldening of light around the lamp

as evening falls outside

The coziness breathes through these

but it is made of the collected warmth

of this day’s gifts —

the affluence of feeling

they have been enough

to sustain me through this curve of time,

to stoke my inner lights

and this day’s grace.

©Wendy Mulhern

February 3, 2015