Poemdog

Dogs 2016

RELATIVE WORRIES
(1/12/2016)


I look
down

watch
an ant
carrying food
to the colony

I look
up

see
a waxing moon
hanging muted
in the daylight
sky

I look
at my hands
palms up
in the sunshine

feeling
the warmth

awed
at their design
and function

I turn
to go back
inside

almost
forgetting
what had
frustrated me
to the outdoors
in the first
place