Miles lies across my lap languid
his curly head and long ears silently
encroaching ever more onto my pad of
paper until finally there is no place for it
the rough paws stretching out now and then
where and when he wishes, his belly rising
falling softly softly, his ease one hundred percent.
And when we go out his exuberance will be so
too and on those rare occasions when I must
take his brother into the world leaving him
behind, oh his anguish is entire!
He is a being who lives wholly in each moment
his devotion to the present absolutely mesmerizing.