“It is the motion that runs the tail of a dog.”

This line from the poem “Hope” by Lisel Mueller jumped out at me. Noche defines the word every time I sit down to pee. Seated sweetly in front of me, eyes bright and expectant, his tail thumps ever-faster as we make eye contact and the possibility that I will pet him grows ever-larger in his mind.

My dogs are a blessing in my life.

Rivertalk

is whatever comes along,
practice always here while we

keep on shore, all the time
saying we want to get wet.

But the river has ways
of sound and light, ripples

and waves that tell us:
don’t be so serious, rumble in

where nothing is finished or broken
and nothing asks to be fixed.

~ Jeanne Lohmann ~

(The Light of Invisible Bodies)