Today, at the Park
©November 1st, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
Grey upon grey upon green,
And three dogs racing each other
Tails aloft, and raucous in their glee.
I remind myself: This, here, now.
Be. Expect nothing. Be present.
Love, and play, and live.
Hold your tail aloft.
Birdsong in the air, winter
Held at bay, leaves falling like rain,
Red and gold and green and yellow,
A dance of death amidst
Exuberant life.
Expect nothing. Bark at the clouds.
Hold your tail aloft.
Play, but remember this, here now –
It will hold you aloft
When tomorrow comes.
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It will hold you aloft
When tomorrow comes.
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