I heard the old Mexican proverb today, “tell me who you walk with and I’ll tell you who you are”, and this haiku thrust itself into my head — unbidden, but not unappreciated.
seekers and thinkers
and people who pet stray cats
that's who I walk with
We met this big-personality long-haired calico on the day after Thanksgiving in Algiers Point (across from New Orleans), and I find myself wanting to go back, just to see the cat. And to walk with it, seeking and thinking and dreaming, together.
