—- ends

Another year, another step;
a relentless year, restless and unresolved
and haunted by my intimate companion,
whether in lockdown or hesitantly opened:
the great black hound that dare not say its name
<<baying snuffling coursing>> 
implacably pursuing its personal obsession –
a staging post to entropy – perfection

Perspectives: we must cultivate our garden

Since we began, the world has changed  
for little people – like us – figuring
what stories we can tell, to justify our days;
imagining our agency, or – laugh out loud – control:
“If only we could stand up high enough to see,
to see, to live, to have, things somehow differently…”

Perhaps we’ve learned, however,
some values of simplicity, companionship;
even an insight, about each other and ourselves?

Keep breathing, and reach out now:
we may as well enjoy our roles, explore our deeper
longings, before the dust and ashes come.
So turn around, drink deeply of your freedom –
while I caress your tender, blushing cheeks
as you desire, to spank you one more time.