|recognizance of the dog.|
Friday, May 31, 2013
he knows about object permanence. he knows that i continue when i'm gone. be believes me when i say i'm coming back. but he lays his body tight to the wall, his nose just at the threshold of the door, his black eyes glowing, looking up at me leaving in a way like prayer.
are too high
saying no to dogs
too high for dogs
and the people of dogs
who are looking at their dogs
too high for the coyote who in any case
is typically not reading signs of that nature.
but they are just the right height for bird people, or perches
to look at dogs.
whose strings are controlled by fate.
the only thing i got from all this reading
was the realization that books provide
no answers to burning questions. that we are directed
by our genes, the devil, or God, and
our will plays no roll at
the critical moments, that we
are simply knocked this way
and that by our various passions.