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