Sunday, January 13, 2008
Today's Inspiration: Black Dog
Perhaps because I'm still smarting from Jezebel's adventure a while back, or mourning with my friend who had to put his cat to sleep the other day, or maybe I'm just missing my wolves and need to plan a trip to visit them again..but either way, today I read this poem and immediately missed our dog Cody who passed away 3.5 years ago. I don't want another dog at this point in my life, truly I don't, but this poem almost makes me almost change my mind. We always had black dogs and should I ever change my mind I'll certainly seek that ebony fur again.
"Black Dog" by James DenBoer, from Stonework.
Nothing goes on in his head.
It all goes on in his glands,
his muscles, his nose.
He chases every squirrel
every time he sees one,
barks and lunges at every cat;
he'd eat every bit of garbage
on the road if I didn't snap his lead hard.
He doesn't care in a way I can't.
He doesn't confuse past with present;
his only language is what's now
and under his black pads.
He's the perfect one, in fact,
to talk with, in the rain and wind
of January, when winter needs talking to
and writing down to bone-cold.
As with the many names of God,
I repeat his name often-he doesn't know
my name, he doesn't know this
is winter, he doesn't know
he could kill me with those teeth.
He listens to my chatter, my hum,
my chikk-chikk like a squirrel;
my noises keep him interested
and unworried. He scribbles
along the scent of air, his nails click
on wet black stones, he pulls his way
toward red lights on Fair Oaks Avenue,
he leads me back to start.