Our cat woke me up last night
peeing directly on the carpet
in my meditation corner.
Instead of a repeat performance
of urinating copiously
on my cushions and blankets,
he peed on the carpet.
I was on to his game and
had put my stuff up high
after sitting for the night.
I didn’t have to be told twice.
And there I found myself with paper towels and
pet odor eliminator spray
blotting the carpet at 4:25 am,
Meditation corner officially defunct,
I hold to the thought that it doesn’t matter where I sit,
but it sure is hard to find a place of my own
when everywhere I look
is a common area,
a place I share with someone else.
I can’t resurrect the old corner,
there’s a littler box there.
Just imagine it.
This place in which I was sitting
nearly every day
since February 1
is now the home of the box
holding kitty pee and poo.
Is it time to approach my meditation differently?
Should I even attempt to have a designated spot?
These questions and more
will be asked repeatedly
as I adapt to this new life.
Who will give me the answers?
I listen, and all there is