The Leash
sun shimmering across the river
lifting its light, linking east with west,
above and beyond a blue heaven
awaiting prayers of tired tongues,
breezes brushing sweaty brows,
and the breath,seeking its way
to the early morning winds.
along the dry land’s edge
white hair mirroring the fluff on the leash
tugging tenderly
loosening loneliness with each curled, gnarly cuff
every morning
piously, devotedly,
a pilgrimage to nowhere
Is this a way of worship?
strolling secure in Dog’s protection?
a ferry ‘s horn fills the early mist
a leash from dock untied
riders sleepily seated
the horn heralds a new day of loneliness
the sun’s light-
canopy of blue
humming winds
river’s rippling hushes
a leash i tug at gently, assured
I will not drift alone,lost
in the reaches of nothingness.
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