I sit here constructing
My writing into
Palpable feelings
Cats come strolling into my mind
Purring vibrates the
Depths of my subconscious
Carl Jung then comes to mind
I imagine lying on a long sofa
In his office
He’s talking of a feud
He had with Freud
On a similar upholstered sofa
He sighs
“I was more Freudian than Freud himself.”
He says
I’m the one taking notes
In my head I know
The person the analyst really wants
To understand
Is himself