Listening with Ella

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

in meditation—

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.

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