Friday, January 31, 2020

What is it between this rock and dog?

For now the space between are thoughts.

Fire and desire as water flows to fall.

My puppy sees a rock and my thoughts call.

For an iPhone picture to ensure the moment’s richer.

Capturing gratitude; moving rocks to stack.

A meditative attitude—nature calls this writing dude.

Poetically thinking how the trash here paints us rude.

For the dog’s nose it sniffs and the smell of ugly rips.

But a rock stands its ground despite us.

Step on it the dirt attracts us.

Beauty in thought follows trust.

Between my rock and dog.

Nothing much, but space.

Opportunity for a past.

Would you erase?

Wordplay near water.

Do you relate?

Rocks don’t.

This is fate.

Writing.

in faith.

-Budd