Jan 8, 2015 Original Poetry

Playing with My Dog

©January 8th, 2015

By Vijaya Sundaram

It’s water leaping into the air

Catching light and tossing it up.

It’s laughter and growls

And scurrying and skittering

And funny mock-battles.

It’s being willing to shed

Time and dignity

And be utterly free.

It’s letting go of dead weights

Encircling ankles, gripping me

By the neck.

It’s saying, Yes, death waits

But I will simply be

Right here, right now.

 

This is what it means

To play with my dog.

 

I will play.

And sing.

I will tug at my dog’s toy

And bring her joy.

I will leap and pirouette

And jump and spin.

For, at the end of the day

After all the news and the din

Of competing stories, voices

People tapping at my head

Waiting to get in,

There is just this:

Time narrowing down:

A living room, a rectangle

Of wood and light,

Colors and music,

And a dog with

Rubber chicken in mouth

Growling happily while I

Tug and pull and play.

And we leap around each other,

All existence sharpened

To this point.  None else.

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