Tonight, standing in front of full ocean
brunt underneath hazy sparkle of dims,
in her dark, muted whisper, revealed a best kept secret to ever listening, half deaf ear.
Her voice, filtered through tiny pinholes
that only stars have managed, over light years, to
into the night’s immutable black, shook me, and then,
I was silent.
The vacuity and enormity of this,
I let go of the red leash.
Lights flashed behind old grey brain
threatening to send death’s charges through the wrong vain.
To one knee.
Behold: Seraphim, Nephilim
said unto me with voices furious, intertwined:
PATER noster, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum.
Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo
et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie,
et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus
debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem,
sed libera nos a malo.
And All gravity fled. I stretched
Reaching upward, to cling to red leash,
But, lo, Barkley had drifted off:
happy in the heavens. The stars now
behind him, he continued to rise. He was
without fear smacking his lips in the face
of all eternity.
I called. I called, I called.
In vain. Only the Ocean offered a reply:
her sweet brine met my face and, once again,
I fell silent.
At home now I consider this
I almost filled it upon arriving home
and then, I remembered.
the floor. Even his most beloved
purple squirrel now abandoned
with only tooth mark,
I will miss frantic sound
of claws on hardwood. I will,
miss the way he snores,
the way he kicks his paws
I will miss all this, but know,
beyond a doubt, that paradise