Even light and heat flow gently
when my bones are not finding resistance,
as the dogs clue me in on priorities,
showing me how to fight for a niceness
of spirit, and I want the thrill of this journey
to charge electrical circuits, to drive
my spitfire, to stifle the kind of darkness
which strives to suffocate me. As I
feel so clever for doing what the people
tell me to do, allowing the humid moss
to gather atop my skull, making me feel older
and exponentially worthless, but my steps
continue to follow one another, and the shit
gathers in between the fingers as the trees
continue to impress despite the counter-intuitive
movement of old and known trees making
a good world for me, the dogs knowing my fear
and trudging along without inclination of stopping
because they know we are close to home,
and they know that it is always possible that
something good could happen when we arrive home.
.
stillfugue 
#1 by Carl D'Agostino on July 15, 2012 - 6:51 pm
as the dogs clue me in on priorities, – perhaps they really are wiser
#2 by Carl on July 16, 2012 - 10:02 pm
Oh, they keep me in tune.
#3 by clinock on July 16, 2012 - 3:13 am
Powerful and beautiful words – they touch deep…
#4 by Carl on July 16, 2012 - 10:03 pm
Thank you for your visit and for your comment.
#5 by Evelyn on July 18, 2012 - 12:07 pm
“the dogs knowing my fear
and trudging along without inclination of stopping
because they know we are close to home,
and they know that it is always possible that
something good could happen when we arrive home.”
makes me so melancholy but also nostalgic and hopeful….
#6 by Carl on July 25, 2012 - 9:43 pm
Thank you for your comment. I learn when you pick out phrases.