Exits
monday, he broke the gate and ran away
yesterday, he clawed the plaster wall
trying to get out the locked door
this morning, curled on the floor, he drools
and shakes, ears back, teeth chattering
like the low grinding of some machine
while the relentless sound of a nail gun
hammers through the wash of daylight
hanging across the street
he remains silent but
the big brown eyes turn up,
wide open, whites showing
okay, I sigh, and reach for my purse
he jumps up, runs to the door,
sits completely still, waits
with quick glances to make sure I am still
coming and will see him there
shaking but on best behavior
his usual expressions of slow relish are gone
but then, at one time or another,
haven't we all needed to make a quick exit?
in the end, perhaps this is why we
are here: to assist each other
through some necessary exit
posted by MB at 3:03 PM
13 Comments:
don't forget the entrances, please, mb. we sometimes need help with those too, doncha fink?
he's a rascal. gille sends regards :o)
This poem captures his impatience and need perfectly. And perhaps that's why we're here - a good a reason as any.
Gotta have friends when you get stuck, to get you unstuck. Can't think of a better definition of friend, really.
Lately, I've been thinking of my purpose, and who I inspire in the brief moments of time we have together. You continue to inspire me.
Yoicks, the end feels like unexpected doom!
Oh those quick glances back, always the thing that most reminds me of the essential nature-- patient, but ready.
Sometimes words aren't necessary to lead someone where they need to go...
alan
What a great dog
he sounds like my separation anxiety pup.
Yes, ib all senses this expresses.
sounds like your pup brings out the loving patience in you.....
"some necessary exit"....these 3 words keep rolling around in my skull....
Very nice. Anticipation captured.
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