
a woven green blanket
and plastic container of water
aside the path
the old woman last saw her dog
Hellon
the picture at face level
from trees near the path
in the park
the school yard
community post
on the entrance to logging roads
dried bones nestled in a new sprig of Oregon grape surely too old and clean to be the small dog though its been gone a month she comes every day to the blanket fills new water and sits a while amazing how much spirit we can put into a simple animal and vice versa
we are capable of more
we are the only species
that wonders
invents
cries for others who we don't even know
we are the only species
to conceive
respect
compassion
to contemplate
the future
our own death
the meaning of existence
where it all came from
yet
we bomb others
destroy our oceans
and forests
stumble over what to do with the sewage and garbage we create
and sexualize our young
fortunately
we are also able to hope