You belong to another time

Walking down Valencia Street in San Francisco today on the way to lunch, I noticed a cat sitting in the window of what looked to be a defunct junk shop of sorts. At first I thought the cat was simply another piece of abandoned decoration–a tacky excuse for taxidermy nestled in between a refrigerator, a coil burner, and a miniature, light-up Christmas tree. But lo and behold, this darling creature was a living, breathing feline. If I had nine lives, I wouldn’t mind inhabiting a window for awhile, either.


“To A Cat”–Jorge Luis Borges

Mirrors are not more silent

nor the creeping dawn more secretive;
in the moonlight, you are that panther
we catch sight of from afar.

By the inexplicable workings of a divine law,
we look for you in vain;
More remote, even, than the Ganges or the setting sun,
yours is the solitude, yours the secret.
Your haunch allows the lingering
caress of my hand. You have accepted,
since that long forgotten past,
the love of the distrustful hand.
You belong to another time. You are lord
of a place bounded like a dream.

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