The Field
by Jessie Brown
Don't you envy them in the eagerness, the dogs
plumed and joyous on the green field,
who hold no opinions, who find nothing right or wrong,
for whom everything simply is—
dirt, muck, tangle—
and all of it is good?
O to have no one thing we crave above all others
but to inhale it all,
when the gods let us slip the leash.
Lucky, Anabiosis Press, 2012
Lucky, Anabiosis Press, 2012