“Oh, I’ll just call a taxi; I gotta get up early tomorrow again.”
-Dodie Clark, “6/10”
To think that the ocean came all this way
for a chance to lap at your toes
is foolish, but you can’t help remembering
the puppy from your childhood home––
his drooping brown belly, his tail wagging
along the carpet, never happier
than when you came back from school
and he could ride the surf of your arrival.
Although it shot aches through his aging frame,
your tiny grandpa never failed
to greet you. These days,
the people you love are more apt
to push you away from their warmer pillow,
sending you a little closer to the carpet
than the ever-thinning blanket.
You wish nothing more than to feel
the sweet sea wind of your love’s breathing,
soft as the eyes of a puppy grown old,
and to know that the tide rises for you,
that at least the water is happy you’re home.