Working (From Home) Dog
Morning Thoughts #253
Working dog kept inside!
What has been chewed through? A life of options floated upon, never swimming in that which should’ve been shallow enough to walk through.
The yard, as seen through the window! Bruises, if any, always from glass. Oh, ancient wisdom—the source of what I’ve been bred for. What it manifests as: destructive shuffling. Never to an extreme degree, besides the absolute extreme of its habitual persistence.
That I remain, though the door does seem to be slightly ajar. The ajar — enough for tomorrow’s traction.
Down a river of sin, calling for help while not resisting the current. How foolish, to think what taketh my footing might be transporting me to a later stand?