Poemdog

Dogs 2020

xvii
(3/9/2020)


philosophy

spirituality

but always
with a measure
of practicality

Faris looks
closer
at his scratchings
upon the
walls

a soft
stone
the best
that he cold
do

already
the earliest
writings
had faded

something
more lasting
was needed

he tried
other rocks

but the
effect
was much
the same

the impermanence
of a blackboard

lessons
quickly forgotten

he searched
more diligently
for alternatives

finally finding
that mixture
of clay
and berry juice

stained
his hands
sufficiently enough
to give him
hope

he sacrificed
a toothbrush
to form
a stylus

retraced
some of his
earlier letters

played
with the balance
of his new found
ink

to get
the most suitable
contrast

but now
that he was
at last
ready

he really
had no idea
what
to write