when i was a little grrl,
i wanted a puppy.
still do.
sometimes you just miss your friends.
Even though You know you will see them again.
as i sit in traffic
pondering other pathways,
wondering how inquiry turns to regret,
beside me
s small flock
of small egrets
reminds me –
i am never alone.
i am surrounded by birds, and people,
and cars and trucks
and
You!
as i walk to the building
that is a designated edifice
of wisdom and judgements,
i hear a voice calling from the pines.
whoooo who whooooo
Athena’s morning herald sings.
i am only wise enough to know it is not a battle cry.
You
can never be contained in the laws and buildings of man,
neither can wisdom.
for what is wiser than
Joy
Love
&
Peace?
thus we pray for mercy, and hope that inside we find:
Joy and Love and Peace.
that is NOT what i meant!
oh the world only hears what it knows!
or thinks it knows.
somedays do you ever feel like you are up a tree without a paddle?
sometimes you just have to wait
til the dogs go away.
sometimes doors aren’t available.
so?
Use a window!
i have many babies
they all have eyes and ears and noses.
some are borrowed,
and will go to homes of their own someday –
(even the two legged.)
none are owned –
all are loved.
At Maggie’s Herb Farm,
looking for time/thyme
i pass by a blackberry bush,
curved stalks
bright green leaves
filled with hope and possibility.
amid the herbs
and impending fruitions
rested a brilliant blue dragonfly –
transparent wings shimmering rainbows.
my flight is booked.
i find the thyme/time,
and sit down too.
Shadows beating rhythms
on the grasses
at my feet,
Angels?
I look up –
a giant swallowtail butterfly swoops onto elderberry blooms.
i stand
opening my arms,
i am engulfed –
enrobed in a shadow – soft, blue fleeting-
i look up again –
a kite with no strings attached soars over the horizon.
we all create shadows –
perhaps the point is not to look at the shadow,
but to see what miracle
is standing in the light.
it is You.
we enter the facility,
a standard poodle
and a standard human.
(well depending on your standards)
we are there to visit
those who do not get to go out visiting
anymore.
“You have to come to my room!
I have a picture of my last baby on the wall –
father and son –
and a calendar of studs.”
The babies were Boxers,
she raised 40 of them, all canine.
The studs – were human –
twelve months of them.
ah love.
who are we to judge?
Ministry of Animals 