Coming Down
It’s pouring.
Big sheets of rain are coming down.
Today, he is in his cage
and I am across from him in my chair.
He is trying to get food out of his Kong.
I am trying to get words out of my head.
He is bored.
I have a headache and wish that I could tell the future.
He is in the moment,
stretched out on his back,
legs spread,
body open to the world
with no thought of tomorrow.
I am one giant thought
oiled and brooding,
watching
the sky get darker.
Monday, February 04, 2008
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