Only your voice
like the rigging of sails on seas
it takes its time and it fills me
with the embrace of the blue out here.
The madness of the fish
makes me swim and eat,
makes me get to know the cats
walking the planks and bow.
These cats sit here with me in the sun.
Their chores are done.
Their breath smells as earth and hay.
I move away as the twilight makes paintings
on the water
similar to the philosophical narratives
you often told,
picking your words like a child picking candy
in a candy store back in Scotland.
But when darkness comes to cuddle its
I draw those double-coated cats near
and remember the land, the earth,
so I remember you once loved and your stance
was like the ocean of the North Atlantic