Poetry

the whole story is humans and God
but what about the animals?
You could say, my dog I know.
But do I?

Your dog knows more about freedom.
Not that she's got anything easier, she just don't
in some ways.

She doesn't look at the birds like I do when we go for walks.
She's more about sniffing around for who the heck knows what.
Off the leash for a bit, she's everywhere
Ah, it's another dimension

In
The Peace of the Wild Things -
I feel the freedom of wanting to be wild /
Like a singer with a magnificent voice singing out
incredible words like they all came naturally
Or a mystic dance
where you float effortlessly
seemingly as the gravity of it all was lighter,
as though you were on the moon
but it was filled with incredible life
surrounding you

The poem made me feel alive
and very good