I crouched with my little dog today.
When we go outside she stands motionless,
her moist black nose twitching,
the breeze lifting her tight curls,
I gave her leash an inviting tug but no,
she was standing (as she often does).
This time I crouched and joined her
Far away a train went by
I heard heavy clacking on the tracks,
a spurt of road traffic rumbled,
a small airplane droned overhead,
faint tweets came from woods nearby,
a crow called,
breeze brushed my ears,
chimes on the porch rang,
daylight moon waned
as the sun inched south.
Perhaps Ella was a monk in a previous life.