Not everything in life is clear
As clear as we want it to be
Blurry isn’t always bad
Blue isn’t necessarily sad
Finding our way to each other
Takes a bit of risk
NaPoWriMo Day 8
My heart lurches each time Luna stumbles
Often now, over paths she’s taken a million times
She prances in the cool breeze
I let her chase me for a few steps
Happy to be caught, paying my ransom
In scratches behind her ears
Her breathing is labored after the frolicking
Mine is shallow in empathy
We converge in the moment of
Unconditional love
NaPoWriMo Day 4
One yip begets a howling
The coyote pack announces itself and its strength
Each member joining in the chorus
Two other packs add their voices to the songs
A triangulation of wild canine echoes
Surrounding me without regard to my reason
For a predawn excursion
I estimate the distance of the packs from me
Calculating the risk of staying
In their territory, in their time
The coyotes and I share a secret:
The moon is always full
NaPoWriMo Day 3