I am alone with my thoughts on the morning walk. Going through the motions, pausing when Bubba stops to smell the scent of a dog that’s found the bush before him. My mind, like the sky, is wallowing in darkness.
My precious dog is still here but I know the day will come when he’ll be gone. When I try to imagine that moment, my heart catches and my throat closes. This much I know, it will be much worse than my thoughts can ever conceive today.
I pull myself into the present; the solitude will come all too soon for the years are racing by. I look up to the heavens and say a prayer. Lord, help me to live in the now, to cherish every morning walk, every old dog snore, every plea for treats.
dark skies threatening
blackbirds glide across bruised sky
raindrops on my face
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Haibun Monday Solitude