Bookshelf with Aphasia

Could you entertain yourself
With nothing to read, nothing
To watch, nothing much to do?

One cat sprawls in window sun.
The book of poems won’t open.
None of the books will open.

The other cat licks its fur.
The war is getting closer,
But you’d never know from here.

Wind blows through the junipers.
This present tense deceives you.
This happened long before you.