Up with the sun, we slip quietly
from the house
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
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