It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood
Sky overcast
Thick with gray blankets overhead
There were some appointments/stacatto
And then, of course
Dog walks
I spent 12 years
Soaked in the loveliness
Of living with Dante
Magnificent being that he was
It’s interesting what remains
After someone is no longer
Living
Breathing
It’s fascinating. how if we.
Intend to grieve honestly
Clearly
We get to the other side
After all of that aching sad beauty
And on the other side is
Phenomenal stuff
Clarity
Insight
The capacity to perceive beyond
Just living, breathing realm
We all encounter this, whether we
Leave a helpful or treasured place
Or a time in our lives of a certain
Really wonderful configuration
There are things that occur in hindsight
That are unable to come to us
In the present moment
Initially, I was so shocked
At the vast distance between the two
And then I settled down Into
The comforting beauty
Because on days when I was
Stable enough
Balanced enough
Present enough
Then, just like you
I was far more capable
Of sensing and perceiving
The whole deal going on
It’s funny, isn’t it?
And I don’t know if other species are like this or not
But humans decide that
But exist is what they each
Can experience
Perceive
We tend to be stuck in this paradigm
Where if we can’t
Detect some phenomena
With our senses
It must not exist
I’m telling you it’s a
Curiously self-absorbed
Position to stick ourselves to
When we find out that
Other animals can
See and hear and smell and feel and taste
All of this huge realm of stuff
That we are unable to get anywhere near
We dismiss that from our mind completely
Either that or we
Make believe that it can’t be so
I remember once one of my siblings
Had settled the scoliosis of a teenager
Who in the past with doctors had had
Unfortunately
Many x-rays
And the newest x-ray showed
No scoliosis whatsoever
The parents explained the bodywork the kid was getting
And the doctor puzzled over the x-rays, and then said
That the past x-rays must’ve been mistaken
I swear
That was the best he could do
Right there is a human propensity
So here on this beautiful
January day
Of dark glistening clouds
The slate blue rushing river
I went out with my two dogs
Ember, A terribly intense
Two-year-old German Shepherd
And Taschen
Five month old German Shepherd
With my cleats on
We happily traversed our favorite place
One of the Eagles was perched to the side of their nest
On the island
In the river
By the bridge
Quietly hunting
The black and white flock of ducks
Disappearing and appearing
As they fed
In the waters
We walked and slipped around
The dogs sniffing and snuffling
Each step we took
An adaptation
An acknowledgment
Seeing what we could do to
Simply take in
The moment challenges of our time here
The disastrous choices of 48.9%
Of our nation here
And then the untold endless possibilities
Tucked into
Every single moment
