Sekhmet Figurine

A figurine of Sekhmet sits upright by my desk. Her shadow is shaped like a cat.

(I started to write a small stone but it grew into this longer poem. Then I came back here and wrote a different small stone.)

Walking and Looking

Sunday afternoon

this quiet street

is lined with cars

a long shadow

crosses my photograph: 
me

I point my camera

the ibis in the playground

vanish from the picture

coming up the hill

the gladdies are out 

in all the gardens

red gladioli

weigh down their stems

late afternoon

the shadow of the hoop pine

crosses the path 
ahead of me

Coexistence

Shrill birds

make a flurry in the trees.

My cat, ignoring them,
sprawls in the sun
washing her paw.