My cat thinks
Not that he is a cat.
But hey! Who knows?
He is a human who never
got to see the sun of life
but returned from the other
Not drinking from the Lethe
wearing a cat-skin in tabby
to live with his family, poor
but rich with love and care.
The cat knows the secrets
of life and the life beyond,
and this universe he lives
he knows it’s one of many
he has seen in his cat’s eyes
he has traveled in paws.
No wonder he is so beautiful.
The baby came to the world,
The light warmed the cold,
The star shone bright,
The manger became a delight.
A day’s work is finished -in Adventure
Tasks are fulfilled – in Suspense
Tales are told – in Literature
Truth is lived – in Experience.
Author’s Note: Office work is undeniably uniformly cosmopolitan and universal: Keyboards, Documents, Phones, Letters, Bosses, Colleagues, Visitors, Meetings, Deadlines, etc… Fulfilling daily tasks every new day is like undertaking the proverbial twelve labors of Hercules in one way or another however I deem it fit . Or I can also relate it to Perseus’s task of killing Medusa in the sense that I must tackle any obstacles in accomplishing what unexpected tasks I am assigned to on a short notice under many deadlines. It’s a classic case of life imitating art in which my performance adumbrates what role I can play the best even without scripts but with what I have. Then there is always tomorrow, God willing, and I look to tomorrow because the Gospel also consoles my well-spent day thus: “Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.” How comforting and pacifying it is to lull a tempest of angst, premonition and existential vertigo.
Flame, Glass and Ink are Poems, essays, and reading notes by Stefania Joori Suh 
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