A Fresh Perspective

Stella at the Creek

I hadn’t walked here with a dog
in a very long time. But today,
one came along and reminded me
what they know. Immediacy.
That’s it. No labels. None of this
“grass” “leaf” “creek” “tree” stuff.
And forget judgements, about caring
whether it’s hot or cold, hard or soft,
dry or wet. It’s all motion, one
gigantic shifting of ever-delicious
data pouring in through mouth,
eyes, ears, nose, feet, skin, hair.
Every bit of it your favorite.
Every bit of it singing your name.

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