The temples of the dog…
feed the restless, the lonely, the down and out.
In the massive fields of daisy and blues, always intense…the wanting to move.
The temples of the dog…are indulged in only you.
Latent beauty of kinship rollicking through and through.
Above and below the strictness of un-tethered land, a mystery for both woman and man.
Doubtless, am I, as to nostalgic past, I relish the tussled mane, the hackles…brittle and crass.
Temples of the dog…
‘I watch in awe that such simplicity and speed. Can encompass such great desire to please.’
Nothing more whimsical than wild turkey’s in the evergreens
A dog’s stubby knees
Frisky felines pretending to be sweet
Heifer’s that refuse to take a seat
She runs to what she knows…and disregards all the rest. When I eventually reach up to her…it is then I understand love with no regrets.
Still a mighty hunter offering to me….
‘What I now know is her best.’
Both our strides a bit slower than before…
No one tells you how quickly dogs age. How one day you wake up and suddenly their face is all white, how their eyes start to seem more milky than yesterday, how you have to call their name a few more times than you used to.
People tell you not to blink when you have children, but what about the dog who was with you before your children were even thought of? The dog who was by your side before you found the love of your life, the dog who jumped from apartment to apartment in your early 20’s. No one tell’s you to cherish every moment you have with them.
Cherish the dog. The one who’s been there through every break up and every dumb fight with your best friend. That dog who slept in bed with you when lonely and made you feel safe when you left home. Cherish him, because one day you’ll take him on a walk and he’ll start to get tired before you and you’ll realize just how many years he has been walking by your side.