Sunday, March 01, 2020

When the dog scratches at sunshine

When the dog scratches at sunshine,
what does she hope to find? Is she,
could she be, after its brightness 
what it might, this lightness, what it could bring
to mind, those thoughtful, or less, things forgot, 
gone far and thought lost. If she brought,
would she bring them, or
a piece of them back, not to so much to savor, but 
maybe to reconsider: At what we'd been,
if being was even then, more or less.
And in all of this, had she
missed it, should she miss, and see the way past,
the sign it meant: the glint that pauses
paws ready for, and before, causes that leap ahead.