The dog plays fetch


The dog plays fetch

I go slowly

barefoot in the forest

at night.



and run.


distant suns

cool earth

the quiet

held under heavy happy panting.

the dog

drops her stick near my toes.

that desire to seek and find—

over and

over in the trees and brush—

is hard to ignore

as I step through the canopy.

so again

I throw

and she’s off to the dark

a joyful noise

of footfalls

echoing out to heaven.