It's Still Life

The Birdbath Aleph

the old woman with no cat
refills the birdbath.

it’s half-rusted,
and holds all the water
and thirst of the sky.

a single feather
floats like a comma
in god’s draft
of the world.

the cat is a cosmic overlord,
watching.

“The ocean,” he marvels,
“is just a birdbath
for baptising
fragments of heaven.”

PAD (Poem-a-Day Challenge) Day 6 with Prompt: Reaction Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025 All Mischief Reserved.