And imagine, my little doggie looking out the window,

The whole world out there 

waxing and waning 

with every breath of wind.

I’m sure you do, 

as you sit in the window watching it breathe,

 as the sun rises and the birds sing and the clouds move.

Here I sit with you in this moment, 

the sun a candle in the blue dying sky,

As you exhale the universe, 

and I ask you what you already know:

“You ever think how we are just a small thing,

my little dog,

and we hide in here watching from the window, 

but out there is every blade of grass, 

every every singing bird, 

every tree growing, 

every tree falling, 

every raindrop splashing, 

every last breath―every first one?

Do you ever wish just to get 

your paws on the pavement? 

The leash cut, the collar untied, to see it all?”

But you huff and I puff, and we know it can’t all be seen.

So we watch what we can, as the winter dies

and the Spring rises from its ashes

and the sun sets 

for the creation and destruction of all things.

The world out there

to happen outside our little window.