From Some Cavity. A Poem by Ben Nardolilli


Ambitious cat, she walks along the edge of the couch,
Between me and the window that displays the real wild side
Of the woods that hang together beyond the glass
She pauses only to stretch, never noticing me with a look,
No begging either, for more food or my touch,
I do not need her attention, what matters is I get to see her
All movement in the room is inside her, except the leaves
Outside when the wind blows through them,
When the breeze is still, everything else I see stays in place
Bless this cat, then, for providing a little gift of evidence
Of the world’s current and change, without her paws
I would lose track of time, or worse, that time itself can exist

Ben Nardolilli currently lives in New York City. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, Danse Macabre, The 22 Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, The Northampton Review, Local Train Magazine, The Minetta Review, and Yes Poetry. He blogs at and is trying to publish his novels.
Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times at ; his publications include
All the Babble of the Souk , Cartoon Molecules, Next Arrivals and Moon Selected Audio Textual Poems, collected poems, as well as translation of Guadalupe Grande´s La llave de niebla, as Key of Mist and the recently published Tesserae , a translation of Carmen Crespo´s Teselas.
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