moby

i am a DOG.
What else is expected of me?
To be like humans?
Impossible!
i live only in the moment
that’s all my brain desires.
It does not need knowing
the world’s shady grays,
its futile arguments
or silly in betweens.

When i love and i run
(are they not the same?)
it’s done full passionate tilt,
never mind if this
morphs me into a drooling
panting puddle every time.
And i know; trust me
i know. i can never catch
those high squawking gulls
and lightning quick squirrels.

i don’t possess their
special abilities to evade
but this never discourages me.
i howl a joyful jealousy.
And i jump; and i bark
bark and jump as high
as i can for crazy birds,
for love and gliding autumn
leaves till exhaustion brings
sleep fitful by your side.

i wake to stare and kiss,
gobble “yucky!” things…
sweet grass and salty earth.
i goof shake and wag
for your angelic face and
big laughter, slender hands
that can do magical things
ooh, a rush when they touch.
Let’s run, let’s jump, can you?
Can you be more like me?

(for my wonderful lovely joyful big-hearted boy)

lavender

my dog…died
in her sleep last night
her tired heart let go,
her soul slipped out
from a worn body
slowly shedding warmth,
no soft whimper
to disturb my slumber
though my heart sensed
a cool kiss on my face
sometime in the night.

we’d talked once before
- she and i - the moment.
i held her serious face,
her transfixed gaze,
steeled myself gave a
hard commandment
[when you must leave,
leave me this way:
asleep in my arms
dreaming a love free
from pretense and voice]

smart knew the word love
needless persuasion,
knew also those i never
taught her like empathy
and joy she had draped
over me in grand dogness
generosity; now could
memories alone lift a
heart brooding among the
yellow and bright green
toys gathering silent dust?

my dog…died
compliant in her sleep
my spirit followed
keeping close behind
under wild blue high
chasing silver butterflies
in lavender fields ethereal
and far from here, and there
sometime in the night
is awakened by a
cool kiss on the face.

*photo with permission and credit to Beverly
http://www.flickr.com/photos/walkadog/3391381010/

little

It takes so little,
a gray Tuesday,
a biting wind
tearing dry ivies
from these walls,
and my heart is offered
the howling loneliness
of the world
and cries out for you.

It takes so little,
a pulsing ember,
a thin shadow
dancing by itself
through crystal spaces,
then i clutch white knuckled
sheets that remember
your open softness
lifting me high
into the gentle white rush.

It takes so little,
a divine imprint,
a single promise
living forever
in love's slow time,
then i fall hopelessly
down on trembling knees
and everything collapses
into a dark singularity
where i cease to exist
without you.

(for love remembered and the time we spent together)
* photo with permission and credit to gracious Stephanie Wallace