Writings and Ruminations
Today the swell of man and stars
Clouds the field, rejects memoirs
Of graceless happenstance and cruelty.
Impossible to delineate, visions
Flash harsh and thunderous, collisions
Thick with fever, delirious and deviant.
Home is hallowed? Rest and wonder
Lurch unresolvable now, asunder
Amid the roiling burden of minute and day.
Ever wishful, truce and truth elude arrest
Dazzling farther, dimmed and possessed
With idle scrawl, wicked and vacant to every sorrow.
Ollie’s nose is at my bed, each and every morn
Nudging with his nudging head, even if I’m snor’n
Time to wake, to eat, to walk, new grass to adorn
‘I was here,’ that says to all, dogs you are forewarned.
Ollie’s bark is deep and gruff, ‘Hey, you passing mutt
You don’t give me any stuff, walk and keep it shut.’
This is his turf, clear enough, no if, and or but
The rule isn’t all that tough, so no slack he cuts.
Ollie’s faith in me is strong, thanks, my loyal friend
You brought me through and along, days that would not end
This is right where we belong, love to you I send
With each pat and rub and song, please do comprehend.
Ollie’s nose is at my bed, heralding the day
‘Hey there, pal,’ I’ve always said, never with dismay
As I walk this mortal thread, with him all the way
Savor we the joy ahead, more than I can say.