The perfumed onslaught of Jasmine and Honeysuckle
drove the soldiers of my ambition into a hasty retreat.
I am not going to chase the squirrels today, I won’t
run after that cat — I am just going to sit here
in the morning light, maybe take a nap.
For me in my natural canine presence, there is
no past, no future, no concern for the game
of politics, no whim for self-improvement.
I never doubt my own existence,
everything happens by itself.
(photo by Mazie Lane)