Perfect squares of light
I found you on the carpet
originating from dusty windows

This is the landscape of my brief
child-life as a kitten
A cat nap in the sun
                 Accompanied by:
Surreal consciousness
incomparable serenity
and a gross, halcyon laziness

I've yet to bear the weight of gender
or "finding yourself"
A feeling akin to jumping off a  swing
or one to many stairs

Easy

And I feel
As though
I can live this moment
forever

But naturally,
the sun must pass (I land)
and the child is left in darkness