Quietly Xeriscaped Cat in the Closet

It’s the same spill of stones here
Since the building was complete,
The same xeriscaping,sprawled

Around the same townhouses,
Waiting for the same nurse practitioner
To show up and help with a shower—

Today is a similar
Day in terms of schedule, if that.
What will work, what will hold up.

Every day has its strangeness
Hidden in the similar,
And its similar hidden

In whatever about it
Might count as the same.
But the sameness remains strange.