For him or for me?

I try to imagine
taking my hips out there
the upright
the cold
like an old piano
off tune in the park

my timber’s warped
splintered and I feel
my strings 
tugging
too tight // too loose.
The winter boughs

clatter like castanets
my beanied drums
my ears
my fog
shrugged in
a rolled up rug.

I do it though (for him)
his patient little body
his eyes
his flipped up tail
and he bounds through the gate
so alive and dragging me

into the breeze // into motion
like a metronome ticking
I tip toe
he cavorts
and the wet grass sags
like my own mattress

beneath my feet // willingly soft
and the piano tinkles
low and slow
in my beanies
and the castanets tick-a-tick-a
in the sustenance breeze

and I’m grateful

  

21 thoughts on “For him or for me?

  1. Aww, so beautiful and heartfelt. I don’t know how people handle it with dogs or even puppies, but it’s inspiring to me. Just the other day, I found a napkin on my floor (my black cat loves tearing into those if he spots them), and I played with him like he was the bull and I had the red cape taunting him to run towards me–“Tauro, Tauro!” We ran around maybe for ten minutes. That was enough to take the wind out of me alone lol.

    “beneath my feet // willingly soft
    and the piano tinkles
    low and slow
    in my beanies
    and the castanets tick-a-tick-a
    in the sustenance breeze

    and I’m grateful”

    This is extremely heartwarming and it made me tear up because I can feel the love in it throughout. It’s always the little things in life like this we should be grateful for. Animals are amazing family to have. Such an incredible piece, Worms. ❤ ❤

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    1. Thanks, Lucy. Animals are absolutely brilliant, as far as I am concerned. We have a cat too and he’s a quieter but equally valued and appreciated member of the household. And he does still play, even at 14, although the dog demands much of that energy now. 😁. But, when you’re feeling crap, it’s the things you do for that force you up and out. And you think it’s such a self sacrifice and then, turns out, it’s a favour to you. I love the paradox.

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