Escher's Cat

ascends stone stairs stepped
in ceaseless four-sided cycle,
searching for his master,
his scent, his voice, his lap

laps round to the stairs' start
to be split by a ray of light,
multiplied, rotated, translated,
a tessellated tapestry of paws

scrambling for purchase,
transposed into a stream
forever filling and filled by
the plunge of a waterfall

falling, feet first, neatly,
into Escher's waiting hands,
stroked, soothed, settled
into drowse, ears scratched

the scratch of pen to paper
as Escher's hands lift out
of the page, draw each other,
pause to pet the napping cat.

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Mary Soon Lee was born and raised in London, but has lived in Pittsburgh for thirty years. She is a Grand Master of the Science Fiction & Fantasy Poetry Association, and three-time winner of both the AnLab Readers' Award and the Rhysling Award. Her latest poetry book, "How to Navigate Our Universe," answers vexing questions such as "How to Surprise Saturn" and "How to Survive a Black Hole." She hides her online presence with a cryptically named website (marysoonlee.com and an equally cryptic Twitter account (@MarySoonLee).