Monday, 18 July 2016

Dog Days

He stands,
Following the stream's flow.
Listening to the murbling sing song of water and air.
The occasional dull toll of stone over stone,
He stands.

He observes,
As wavelets break.
Head moves as bird catches eye
Or Golden Bear bumbles bombastically past,
He observes.

He waits,
Not knowing what for.
As rainbow spray spits and mists
The air around his head, a golden halo.
He waits.

I ponder,
Just what my dog
Is transcendentally musing
As he stands, observing, waiting,
Lost in himself and to me.