Dogs 2014

RELATIVE EASE
(3/10/14)


I watch
the canary
as he flits
about his cage

eating
singing
drinking
bathing
shitting

he lives
in a very bright
sunlit room
beside
a window
looking out
upon the front
yard

he can see
other birds
going through
their movements
in the bare
oak tree

on the snow
covered lawn

or even
closer
to his vantage
point

perched
upon the
bird feeder

or hopping across
the frozen
the birdbath

he watches
them
out there

sings
to them

I wonder
if he knows
that he is trapped
and that they
are free

I wonder
if he realizes
their struggles
for food
and warmth
on this cruel
winter day

does
he feel imprisioned?

fortunate?

does he
know enough
to feel anything
at all?

later
out running
a pointless errand
in the treacherous
weather
we drive
by a bar

I remember
both
the comfort
and agony
within

I do
know enough
to feel very
fortunate

but
the tiny cage
inside my mind
always tells me
something
different