Petting Pixie
When one can write about everything
It can be hard to write about anything
I could write about penguins and naps
I could talk about brie cheese or traps
There could be all sorts of adventuresome meanderings
Or I could simply sit here and pet the dachshund
Otherwise she would go on one of her infamous barking rampages
Looking up and around at only God-knows-what
I assume she sees the world that lies beyond
For otherwise there is nothing there I can see
I do know that living in this simplicity
Enjoying the moment with her head against my calf
Rubbing her ears as I pet her gently
Makes me wonder why we make such a bother
About things that 20 minutes from now won’t matter
So instead of trying to solve the world’s greatest mysteries
With what I have of my brain and what I have of my pen
Instead of bypassing the joy of this brief moment of Zen
I will pet the dog, look out the window at the mountains
Being thankful I am fully alive
