Dogs 2019


DANCING SHADOWS
(9/12/19)
the rising
sun
shining
through
the trees
the window
the blinds
the patterned
shears
sends me
moving messages
upon the usually
static wall
of sameness
and for
a moment
this morning
I am
enchanted
I am
engaged
I can see
meaning
in this otherwise
inscrutable
existence
until
the earth
turns me back
to an unenlighted
state
of daylight
and I am
again
looking
at old paint