The Leash

sun shimmering across the river

lifting its light, linking east with west,

above and beyond a blue heaven 

awaiting  prayers of tired tongues,

breezes brushing sweaty brows,

and the breath,seeking its way 

to the early morning winds.

along the dry land’s edge 

white hair mirroring the fluff on the leash

tugging tenderly

loosening loneliness with each curled, gnarly cuff

every morning

piously, devotedly,

a pilgrimage to nowhere

Is this a way of worship?

strolling  secure in Dog’s protection?

a ferry ‘s horn fills the early mist

a leash from dock untied

riders sleepily  seated

the horn heralds a new day of loneliness

the sun’s light-

canopy of blue

humming winds

river’s rippling hushes

a leash i tug at gently, assured

I will not drift alone,lost

in the reaches of nothingness.