There was still a Here then.
We had trouble locating it
as it rotated
continually turning.
It had a window by a door,
a birdcage is visible
with a canary
its song muffled by the glass.
But you remembered
three windows with drawn curtains
and a sense that Here
was where the secrets hide.
I remembered a cat
always interested in the canary
and how it leapt
and swatted at the cage.
We were somewhere else
and kept looking
away from each other
in search of a hinged door
that let us enter
the Here to meet with Now
sitting on a loveseat
watching the cat and canary.
copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney
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