Wide open spaces and so many places to put my mind – with its restless thoughts like reckless dogs on leashes. A squirrel appears and they break away. I call for them, but they ignore me. So I shout. Others, those with obedient thoughts, stab me with angry eyes upon hearing my raised voice. Eventually, my thoughts return. I’m their master; they have no choice. Besides, no one else would have them. But now we’re back where we started – walking along a footpath ripe with distractions. A flash of silver from the wing of a bird flitting past. A yellow weed, disguised as a flower, unfurling toward the sun. A pretty girl dancing with a ribbon on a broken bow. I take a breath, lower my head and put one foot in front of the other. The pulling becomes yanking. I shout again. It’s worse today than normal.
Life is a meadow. It’s a miracle we get anywhere.
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Bruce Couch
Nov 19, 2011
Wow, what a great last line. Obviously the title is a lie 🙂
sara hill
Nov 19, 2011
fuck it.
let the dogs run, i say.
i love this.
terryl
Nov 20, 2011
. reckless + restless
. besides, no one else would have them.
SO GOOD.