A sweet, simple poem by Mary Oliver about when the dog runs off…
The Dog Has Run Off Again
Mary Oliver
and I should start shouting his name
and clapping my hands,
but it has been raining all night
and the narrow creek has risen
is a tawny turbulence is rushing along
over the mossy stones
is surging forward
with a sweet loopy music
and therefore I don’t want to entangle it
with my own voice
calling summoning
my little dog to hurry back
look the sunlight and the shadows are chasing each other
listen how the wind swirls and leaps and dives up and down
who am I to summon his hard and happy body
his four white feet that love to wheel and pedal
through the dark leaves
to come back to walk by my side, obedient.
Happy Friday, all!
I think I’ve liked every Mary Oliver poem I’ve seen and, I assure you, this is a rarity for me.
Thank you! Your photo choice was also superb.
I read more of Mary Oliver on blogs and links than I ever had; need to check out a book from the library! she is super.
Love, love, love this poem!