Cat And I

The cat
Has never stopped
Being the cat

Through all these years
Day and night — in all places
Among all moments

And I —
What have I never stopped
Being

No shape, no name
Can I find
I’ve never ceased
To be —

Even as human —
Who can say

Is it not
Only I —
Being

Both cat — and I
Have never ceased
Being

But what are words
But more sounds

And just as there’ll be
No cat
One day
There’ll be
No human
No I
No being
To know the
Cat or my
Being

But maybe even now —
Does a day
Itself exist
For the cat

Is there — for me —
A day
For being

I don’t know
But I see —
The cat sitting
On the windowsill
Looking

As I sit
Upon my seat
Looking

Could it be that
Both the cat
And I

Have always been
Nothing
But
The looking