Saturday, May 7, 2022

The Dog Body of My Soul

 

Some days I feel
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
stinging surf,
race wildly back
and roll
in the sand's
warm welcome.

--Katherine Williams





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