|My dog and I, almost 10 years ago, walking into the Pacific Ocean.|
At 18, I allowed initial gut reactions to guide my decision-making process. This was a process that, although on the one hand had significant drawbacks, on the other hand had glorious and unexpected triumphs. Inviting Buju into my life was definitely one of the triumphant decisions I made because not only have I been able to watch him grow into the great dog that he is, but also because he immediately set about making me into a better person with his humble, unwavering presence.
|Inquisitive nose, floppy paws|
His guileless gaze greets me everyday, his intense curiosity forces me to breath fresh air no matter what the weather. And that's Buju: making me better, no matter what the weather.
|The art of the nap|
The cautious tilt of earth
brings you closer to
The lingering flavor of bones –
tiny deaths of squirrels
The persistent dents of your dreams
pressed onto the aging foam
of the raft
on which you drift in sleep.
The kettle in the morning –
Whines before it whistles;
A daily pricking up
Your face observing my breakfast
from the rounding
of my knee.