The Field

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