may my mind one day be open to silent
dogs who hold the secrets of stillness
the trail miles they run are better than talk
if I trot behind them I’ll let my words walk
and let my words slink away tired
and sleepy and sated and pliant
and may I lie sunning grassily
and love my lapse into hours letters-free
and toss aside sentences and syntax
so I may find whatever peace I suspect
dogs never know a vacancy in their lives
dashing through the woods wild as wordless wind
