Doorway 

She lies in the doorway 
as I get ready, 
a soft, golden hush 
between one world and the next, 
fur like warm light, 
breath like lullabies. 

She is the presence of love. 
The quiet grace of being near, 
to hold my heart.  

As I gather the pieces of my day, 
she stays whole for me, 
watching, 
Matching my breath, 
holding the quiet 
where love waits. 

And yes... 
this, too, 
is poetry.