Some days I feel
like a retriever
racing
back and forth
fetching the tired
old balls
the universe
tosses me.
like a retriever
racing
back and forth
fetching the tired
old balls
the universe
tosses me.
Some days
I'm on a leash
following
someone else's
route,
sensing
I'm supposed
to be grateful.
Some days
I'm waiting
in a darkened
house
bladder insistent
not knowing
when my people
will return.
But some days
I hurl myself
into the sweet
singing surf,
race wildly back
and roll
in the sand's
warm welcome.
