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Home Body

December 26, 2005

The cat curls on the guest bed
and I lie down to watch
as she burrows into the pillows.
She butts them, then my hand,
with the same closed-eyed intensity.

The rain comes in sheets
along the solarium windows;
daisies and Indian paintbrush
sag with water. So damp
the dishes are slow to dry.

Tonight when I say I didn’t
do much today I’ll wish again
that I could show you the drops
drying on the rhododendrons,
the sway of the cat’s tail.

Written by Rachel Barenblat of Velveteen Rabbi.

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  1. December 27, 2005 at 6:25 am

    Wonderful! Thank you for welcoming us into your home…

  2. December 27, 2005 at 8:12 am

    Love it, love it, love it!

  3. December 27, 2005 at 6:29 pm

    Nothing is really something.

  4. December 27, 2005 at 7:08 pm

    Oh, lovely. Such a quiet, lovely scene.

  5. December 28, 2005 at 3:46 pm

    Luxuriating in a sense of homeness. Nice!

  6. January 4, 2006 at 3:24 am

    This is wonderful. I love the way just a little distance arises at the end — not enough to turn the mood, but enough to deepen the sense of home — which is always, really, incommunicable.

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