I am out walking my cat
this late afternoon in November.
To be honest my cat is walking me. He goes
where he wants.
The border
to our neighbor though
cannot be crossed.
His leash is long
but not long enough.
I must follow his ways and
to be honest that is the way
it should be.
My wish like blessed Spinoza taught
is the shadow
of the must.
The moon, I see,
is just a mere splinter.
The clouds to the west
are the surf
which our love rides on.
11.11.13 Helsingør
Jonathan Schwartz