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?
This is fate.