faith, orange cats & bunnies

This is the poem you read at the Monkey meeting on Sunday... and although I loved to hear you read it out loud, I love it even more reading it to myself.

I can meander through each stanza and see everything more vividly and stop at the images I like. The descriptions of the people, the china, the scents, the cat... are even more vibrant the slower I read...does that make sense?