"The Cat and I Are Sunk" by Theodore Fox
my bicycle fell off the wall,
the cat ran across the room,
leaped and was still on the blue couch
a bridge on a still morning.
i needed this today,
asleep surrounded by books,
forgetting to eat and drink,
being absorbed by paper.
the bicycle across the floor
in winter, almost called desperate
to get rid of it because it’s too much
but now it’s leaning on the wall.