The kitten sits on the window skill looking at the dark green leaves swaying in the evening breeze. Downstairs, my wife and daughter watch a television show. I look at various ideas waiting for me online. Hugh MacDiarmid, Lucille Clifton, R. S. Thomas.

I glance at random news stories, about a lethal zoonotic squirrel virus and the effect of climate change on death rates. I glance at Facebook, and messages for the augmented reality game I play.

I think about the books I’ve been reading and the discussions I’ve been having.

Structure. Transcendence. MFAs and M.Divs.

By now, the kitten is a sleep and it is dark outside. No great words have come this evening. Perhaps it is time to read and rest.