We go on our walk Leash slung around my torso Stick resting on my shoulder Me, in boots and hat The master understander of social obligations to fellow path–takers barker of commands thrower of the stick gazing ahead at her Her happiness mine She, naked to the world The child wagging her tail and shyly, naïvely approaching all comers reluctant heeder joyful fetcher exploring the vast world of earthly treasures surrounding us
A hard scientific concept to explain light It knows the fastest route ahead of time and bends as it transitions, veers course joyously following some cosmic efficiency depending on the medium in which it finds itself I throw the stick far down the creek thinking to guide Lexi into a long swim with natural instinct she trots lengthwise down the watery beach and, in happenstance, selects the most efficient entrance to dive into the deep Then there were those long minutes she spent at the edge of the pool Determinedly awaiting the stick to drift to her
I walk through a neighborhood I've lived by all my life and never have seen Low sun kissing autumn leaves the birds gaze at me overhead As I go from house to house: no one home All the political rhetoric, my own visions of the future, fade as the strong silence speaks of so many astonishingly different lives, congregations, bubbles of authentic existence I check another NH box, and my communist dreams shudder I'm beginning to understand this notion of small government, I feel wild individualism growing like a rash around me, smug and complacent "Good fences make good neighbors" smiling contentedly at me Government is now such a tiny fragment of these peoples', anyone's, life Me, a solicitor -- a trespasser -- wading through the peace of sunset And it's so sad; even for a romance, these days, its health requires some rugged independence I get home and run for my lonely, lonely life
The scene dimmed with a gentle rush of wind as the leaves fell into the stream The dreamlike matte blurring of the surface as the sunken leaves glowed like gems All the while, soft droplets innocently danced with their distinctive expansion everywhere Followed by heavier drops, deeper, not intrusive — on another level, ringing out — And the kersplash and the wake of my dog causing huge ripples, yet still harmonious with all the beautiful blustery co–action Wispy winds brush over the water with their own tickling touch The wind and a pleasant rain come up from behind me, pushing me towards the vast coverage of webs of undulations all clearly distinct, all meshing together in a beautiful, delicious, mystifying fall day of fetch
I love myself I love the big elephant standing in the room of myself and the little mouse of myself And the little mouse of myself will tell that elephant that its wild dreams of flying were quite real and the restraint holding him back, quite psychological And what an absurd sight I will be a blundering mass of flying elephant aloft and a mouse astride myself with glee
Wise child you already know what lays beyond Step–by–step allow self—belief to faithfully guide you Within, words of peace your words of peace So, be at peace Take some time to be at peace Peace within before you begin.
Luria Park, I knew since my youth On a field trip there, I found an ant creature Upon magnifying the water in a microscope It was there I learned that Lexi loved the water and was afraid to swim And walking back from there with her We bumped into and a cousin of Lexi’s, Nico and his kind owner Jim who suggested the path to the nearby lake where we’d later teach her to swim Then there are the two parks nearby which Evi and Anyu once graced which I go to for a change of pace Lexie even discovered the dog park by her own intuitive pulling one day And my brother suggested the nearby nature center which offered its own mystical stream journey under the beltway And that bike ride down Camelot which revealed the trail with a new, wide stream that I have yet to take her to And for all this wonder, she just wants to be fetching in the water