Julian O’Dea put this on facebook. Holiday is over as of tomorrow. The poems of the day will not be dated: WordPress can keep them apart automatically.
I know that my dog was
naturally happy then,
when she slipped away
that time and became
aquatic for an hour.I circled the large pond
(or small lake) with my son
but it was useless to yell.
She was in another world,
chasing waterfowl.All I could do was stare
and hope and wait like a
patient hunter/gatherer.
(Perhaps she felt she
was getting us dinner.)The law seemed gone,
and we become primaeval.
A dog. A boy. A man.
And the kangaroos near
the water. Elemental.
Instinctive. For a while.How many times do you
get off the leash in life?
How many hours over
the long years?
Have you thought of that?
When she came back,
luckily without a duck,
I gave her a rough pat.