Poemdog

Dogs 2018

MATTERS OF IMPORT
(4/24/18)

you're
upset

you're
frustrated

you don't
understand
my lack
of concern

I do try
to pretend
for your
sake

but I care
not
for these worldly
machinations
that seem
to dominate
your consciousness

I just
don't

they appear
to me
as ghosts

partially obscuring
our elemental
natures

I lend
more credence
to the earth
beneath
our feet

the sun
upon our
shoulders

the wind
in our faces

the water
that refreshes
us

all given
free
as grace

these count
for far more
than all
of the social
play pretties
that consume
your waking
hours

how
exhausting

I still
have hope
for you
however

I believe
that you dream
in primary
colors