Mama Dogs

 

It broke my heart

not to point to that floating contraption

in the sky

as we drove by

your eyelids, finally heavy &

naturally purple & highlighted by dusk,

would have popped open

alert, wondering, at the bright, weightless, Ghost

dangling above

With its

Sibilant then silent sulk

It broke my heart

when “On second thought,”

came too late

and trees gobbled the monster

into hiding

like a New Mother Dog

            too nervous,

            wanting to protect her pup,

            not realizing

            then realizing

I wonder my child,

If it breaks His heart

when second thoughts come too late

when we fall asleep

when we wake, still asleep,

not aware

of the Creation

we are missing

lost and gobbled

up by dreams of trees and lingering Ghosts and protective Mama Dogs and Nothing in between