89/365 || We are Separate

Randomly, I composed a haiku and tanka based on the same scene, the now moment just before ten o’clock with the cat curled against me with R. asleep even with the lights on as I read the poetry of Santoka Teneda. My two short verses follow the notion of the two of us in one bed, on the one hand living a tight bonded life of its own patterns and habits— and yet. On the other hand, we are separate. Individualistic. A clear division between our positions. Unique islands, two territories.
For now, the tanka:
As I turn the page
you roll over half asleep—
nightly ritual.
Our two lives lie side by side.
Only a cat between us.
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