The Cat Poem by Salil Chaturvedi

The cat is asleep
his head upside down
his stomach

wrapped around
and warmed by
the blinking modem

It's raining outside
Me?
I'm open to the world

like a wound
and happy knowing
my hands

were shaped by trees
I look out
to the universe

through the window
It's easy to see
there's a whole in it.

Meanwhile
the cat shifts
to my lap.

It cares nothing
for my abstractions.
It knows

the truest
part of me
is my heat.