I know the doors that are open, the doors that are closed.
All the handles, how they turn.
The floorboards that sing to me as I pass.
What is to explain this?
And all the many senses we have within us?
I'm losing days
to silly problems that could have been foreseen.
I could have steered away.
But now I must bear the consequences.
I wish I had used my cat's sense in time.
