"All real living is meeting."
- Martin Buber
Some days crack clean
And careless spill their song o'er every
Together and a part,
The yolken morning pools in meadows where
My dog invents new words -
"Look! I gallope!" -
And plays with old: "I flushed a flicker! Ha!"
His daft exuberance flings him - naughty boy -
Across the royal heron's shadow. "Oops!"
I call. "Sorry!" Too late,
Too blue her wings
Unfold to lift her out of common care
And company. We rabble can't contain
Our joy to meet her quiet. Holy crap
But she's beautiful! Wow.