Thursday, March 8, 2012

Our Lucky Dogs

What she hears, she just hears.

What she smells, she just smells.

Knowing only this moment,

only simple things --

pain but not evil,

joy but not conceit.

Being without effort.

In one world at a time.

In this world, not a past,

not a future,

not another,

not the next.



 Copyright (c) 2012 Ellen McCarthy. All rights reserved.

1 comment:

  1. Simplicity can be profound, can't it? Like this poem. Really lovely, Ellen.

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