Dogs 2007

REMEMBER
(9/16/07)


sometimes
the path is deep
to root out
and restore
the dreams
and desires
that once
fueled our existence
but are now buried
beneath
the megatons
of mundane routine
smothering our imagination
and crushing
our diminishing
expectations

a surgery
is needed
a scalpel to cut
through the layers
of developed dross
and delicate forceps
to grasp
what little remains
of our decaying
wishes
with pulses
barely
perceptible

at times
the proper tools
are not available
and we must settle
for whatever implements
may lay
at hand

quite often
we must resort
to a pencil and pen
in order to pry and prod
beyond the recalcitrant
shells
of past
and present
then dig inside
with shaking fingers
to extract
any hope
that lingers
languishing perhaps
for years and decades
awaiting the sunlight
to regenerate
the extinguished energy
and dilapidated
purpose

once removed
they must be treated
very carefully
coddled
and nurtured
until voluntary
movement
returns

before long
they are breathing
again on their own
reassuming
lofty agendas
and exotic vistas
forgetting lengthy periods
of imprisonment
as if they
were never
interred

when
the resurrection occurs
we can only sit back
and watch
the forms
and fantasies
take shape
in front of us
hoping that
we will not
be forgotten
as they take flight
for destinations
both distant
and unknown

we can
only pray
that our dreams
take better care us
than we did
of them