Snapshot Poem 05 September 02007

The dog whimpers in her sleep.
She chases something I can't see.

There is a hole in the universe.
There is nothing there.

We are much more complex
than previously believed.

Smoke from the Dog Creek Fire
seals this valley grey.

How can there be nothing?
There is a hole in my life.

My dog chases it in her sleep.
She whimpers, her feet twitch.

Her chromosomes swirl into
something new, something

doglike, and precious.

   

Comments

[Crafty Green Poet]

This is wonderful, the words match the wise expression on her face.

[don't eat alone]

As a fellow Schnauzer lover, your picture and poem made me smile. Thanks.

Peace,
Milton