best day.
best day.
best day ever.
i will just sit here and enjoy it.
a blue jay was in the birch tree,
hollering for all to see –
was it a sonnet or misery?
I do not know – i could not translate
but someone could.
you never know when or where
Love will show up –
but it always does.
people shreek at me
and say i am a giant rat –
not that here is anything wrong with that –
but i am an opossum –
or so you have called me –
i have my own secret name,
white dog –
fierce and proud.
i bet You have one too.
i’m just an old dog with a long story and a short tale.
shall we let our minds wag together in thanks for a moment,
then we’ll both be on our ways?
following in our traditions,
facing into the wind,
we find our place in the sun.
and give thanks.
in the center of the walk
there is a small pale kitten.
her shadow the same colour as her fur.
she is as wild as she is pale,
as am i.
stuck in a car,
stuck in traffic,
a gentle messenger pedals past.
sometimes
the fastest ways
are in the slowest lanes.