vision board

what does the dog do
when he catches the car?
this is not a riddle–
i’m asking for a friend.

i recognized myself
when he howled
at his purpose met,
nothing left to chase.

i pointed him toward other roads,
bright moving things,
so neither of us had to–


please don’t say it.


don’t say that
“meaning made of motion
is a fragile architecture
and we both know it.”

don’t say that
“we are just tiny 
and brief
and flickering specks.”

i know that.
but meaning isn’t scale–
it’s orientation
and you are my favorite speck.