Hey, My Face Just Folded!

I looked out my eyes at you
thinking my thoughts
when suddenly my face collapsed
and I couldn’t see you anymore.
I stopped thinking as my face
folded in upon itself
And all that was left
was my empty brain
looking in.

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Sometimes when I look at my dog, I feel grateful for the simplicity of dogness. For Riley, there is joy, hunger, pleasure, curiosity, excitement, drowsiness, and complete one-ness with the body he inhabits. There are more thrilling dog lives than his, but he is at peace with what he has.

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A friend trains dogs in agility courses, and they have a lot of fun. I wonder: Do dogs wish for more? I know there are dogs with complicated psyches. Would Riley be something other than what he is, if he had choices?

Humans have choices, and they wish for more. I want to feel satisfaction and contentment, like my dog seems to. Often, I do.

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There's a certain edginess that I like, though. It makes me reach out to people, write poetry, investigate things to gain knowledge, keep working. Work is good. Striving is good.

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It rained all day Sunday. I wanted to accomplish certain things. A few, I did. Mostly I investigated conditions in Haiti on the internet and left much undone here. My creditors probably wish I had spent more time writing checks, if they knew what I chose to do instead.

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Chris is on the edge
Her soul needs to be restored
Five birds sing to her