While balancing on one leg, dust
motes swimming past, sunlight cascading
throughout and within the kitchen, on a bright
February morning, watching, our cat, Gabby
sitting tall, her shadow taller, a calming
barely audible hum in the air, as if
a billion invisible butterflies are stirring
every chilled air molecule, preparing
the way for spring that is just peeking over
the sun, loosing my balance, scattering
dust motes; Gabby springing away, leaving
her shadow behind.  The butterflies cease
their wings, until the next cosmic balancing.