Dog

 

Squares fit perfectly across a rectangle.

Lines don’t need to be colored out. 

Rhythm and Repetition.

Silence and Condemnation.

Everyday I walk outside,

same time, same hour. 

The sky is blue, 

The grass is green.

Everyday I walk the same path.

Through the lot, up the steps.

Everyday, I wave to the same person.

Don’t know her name, I know her routine. 

You can’t count out of order.

You can’t stutter from the path.

The path leads you,

everyday, same time, same hour. 

But she---nay---it.

There’s no path-

Nothing---she can’t

Fathom

A path. A routine.

Open the door.

Unleash her jubilant chaos.

Unleash her mayhem,

Her unresigning joy.

Quickly, quickly, faster, faster

She dashes-speeding past

Jumping, catching, panting 

Snap! Out of the air

Never the same

Never repeated

Pure insanity ensues

But she doesn’t care

This is our chaos.