Breakfasting on wild blackberries plucked on the fly
as I follow the familiar path, my two reckless dogs
barreling ahead turning now and then to make sure
I am still coming along, their rows of teeth
making crazy grins. Come on! they seem to say
for they have no interest in blackberries or wildflowers.
They don’t even know it’ll be a short walk today,
things to do, places to go, people to see, but still
for them, every moment counts. Come on!
Something great might be around that bend!
Come on! And I do, I follow, knowing
full well that they are right.