Dog Park

Let off a lead, freedom bounds as if all joy is held within a bouncing ball to be retrieved and brought back to lay at a lover's feet. Then sent off to do again. Smells wafting from tree trunks, fence posts and tufted grass flood the air with molecules sending canine bladders into spasm eager to mark the moment as their own. Focussed on what is firm beneath their feet, every nerve they have is wired to ‘now’ whilst I, looking on, try and retrieve phantoms bouncing across what was and what is yet to come.