Breaking The Trance

Toby sits and looks at me,

dogged and reproachfully.

“Why stare glumly at that screen?

 We could be walking, sniffing 

 the ground. The birds are calling

and even the deer.  

Come on lady, walk with me.”

“Not now,” I say and then I thought

“If not now, when?  If not you, who? “

 Thus I woke up and we walked.









This entry was posted in poetry.

4 comments on “Breaking The Trance

  1. ebbtide says:

    I know that look so very well.. both of mine are masters of it. 😉


  2. Remember Joan, Toby could be a goat instead of a dog!!!!


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