Quantum Cat

When a black cat
   escapes
   on a moonless night,
 
He’s a bottle of India ink
   spilled
   on black linoleum,
 
Spreading over the
   entire neighborhood,
   everywhere and nowhere,
 
A diffusion the man in pajamas
   and worthless flashlight
   soon discovers.
 
At dawn, time reverses,
   the ink retracts
   back to its vessel;
 
The cat springs through
   the opened door,
   heads for the couch.
 
Being everywhere
   all at once
   is always exhausting.