Poetry

may my mind one day

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