From Spring 2009 issue of Tricycle Magazine.
Golden Retrievals
Fetch? balls and sticks capture my attention seconds at a time. Catch? I don't think so.
Bunny, tumbling leaf, a squirrel who's - oh
joy-- actually scared. Sniff the wind, then
I'm off again: muck, pond, ditch, residue
of any thrillingly dead thing. And you?
Either you're sunk in the past, half our walk,
thinking of what you never can bring back.
or else you're off in some fog concerning
--tomorrow, is that what you call it? My work
to unsnare time's warp (and woof!), retrieving
my haze-headed friend, you. this shining bark,
a Zen master's bronzy gong, calls you here,
entirely, now: bow-wow, bow-wow, bow-wow.
From "Sweet Machine: Poems" by Mark Doty
3 comments:
i can see now im glad you are back.
i have fallen behind...not because i didnt hear the gong...but because there are goats to be guarded and lots of butterflies.
If I leave a comment on your comment will you know? Let's find out...
I am glad to be back. I am learning to balance my life with work and play and study and reflection. It is all a joy. Hope to see you soon.
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