They say
But “they” have never been
A dog
And in the 16th century
When they first said it
Life as a dog
Was hard
And that’s what they meant
When they said it
And in the 16th century
When they first said it
Life as a dog
Was hard
And that’s what they meant
When they said it
One below
One above
One beyond
And I wonder
At the span
In time
In distance
In possibility
While beginning
To descend
Knowing that time
And distance
Conspire
Against
Possibility
Back to Earth
Dreaming of space
In another time
No matter
The quality
Of the scene
Or moment
Daytime dreams
To be fulfilled
Until sunset sky’s
Reminder
Possibility Illumines
Nighttime dreams
Which carry me
Gods and philosophy
Politics and economy
Then fall
To our basest instincts
Defending them
Proselytising them
Exploiting them
Except
Perhaps
Sunrise
Reaching up
Where black kites soar
In deep blue skies
With wispy cloud
And from the top
The calls to prayer
Are sung five times
To rally faithful
Weakened sun
Weakened lungs
Weakened resolve
Beauty and ugliness
Joy and hardship
Kindness and predation
This land of extremes
This country of paradox
Creating beauty from ugliness