The world exists,
as I understand it,
to teach the science of liberty.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
First He Looked Confused
(submitted by a good friend)
I could not lie anymore
so I started to call my dog "God."
First he looked confused,
then he started smiling,
then he even danced.
I kept at it:
now he doesn't even bite.
I am wondering if this might work on people?
Poem: The Resemblance Between Your Life and a Dog
by Robert Bly, from Eating the Honey of Words (Perennial).
I never intended to have this life, believe me—
It just happened. You know how dogs turn up
At a farm, and they wag but can't explain.
It's good if you can accept your life—you'll notice
Your face has become deranged trying to adjust
To it. Your face thought your life would look
Like your bedroom mirror when you were ten.
That was a clear river touched by mountain wind.
Even your parents can't believe how much you've changed.
Sparrows in winter, if you've ever held one, all feathers,
Burst out of your hand with a fiery glee.
You see them later in hedges. Teachers praise you,
But you can't quite get back to the winter sparrow.
Your life is a dog. He's been hungry for miles,
Doesn't particularly like you, but gives up, and comes in.