Gretta

First thing this morning,
I walked outside with
my dachshund puppy,
who is the one being
who can make me the
most crazy and is also
my absolute joy in life,

and decided that perhaps
I should take a look at the
world from her perspective,
so instead of standing and
walking with her, I found
myself lying on the grass
as she ran around me
exploring our back garden
in bright early sunlight,

and I finally understood
the heart of a dachshund,
who towers, like the giant
she believes herself to be,
over the blades of grass,
and the tiny buds of clover,
and a whole host of insects,
and maybe even a chipmunk,

and who, in looking up
sees that she is almost
as close to the tops of
the trees and to the
clouds in the sky as I am.

Her heart knows the truth:
this place belongs to her.

— Deb Stone