Sunday Morning

felix running 2


Up with the sun, we slip quietly

from the house

from responsibility


careful to not disturb the others and have them intrude


Anxious he waits by the door

Eager to run free




He loves the beach and the underbrush. He rolls happily in the cool green grass. He loves being free. He’s five now, not an impetuous puppy.


Patiently he waits for me

to catch up

to acknowledge


before darting off again.


When did that happen, I wonder

Just yesterday he was wild and unheeding.


Sunday morning belongs to us. 


I have no other purpose but to watch him delight in the world.


Undistracted, my mind wanders

Thoughts float free and interact with each other


but not with me


I follow him and I am free

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