The many years, lifetimes
I’ve been lost in sunset
Missing moon rise
A thank-you God moment or two
I sit in the orchestra as the bullfrogs tune
And I notice how quiet my dog is,
Gunnar accompanies me
I hush, hush
He speeds to check whatever rustles
The brush in the pasture behind us
Behind the pond,
Dodging under the
Sweet ancient apple tree
He’ll return to sit,
Near-motionless, watchful,
Though I’m not altogether sure
He knows this moon
This moment,
This quiet,
This slice of changing light is his,
Although I know
It is mine.
Tu me manques
