"Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history."

-Plato by

Savoir Faire

My black cat doesn’t know

he will die one day

he doesn’t cling to life

as I do

he leaps from the rooftop

light as air

climbs the tamarind tree

barely scratching it

doesn’t dread crossing bridges

or dark alleyways

nor the perfidious scorpion

my black cat falls in love

with every cat he meets

he refuses to be snared

by a single love

the way I did.

                                    —Claribel Alegria (El Salvador, b. 1924)