Ecstasy
ECSTASY
A kaleidoscope of life swirls,
Rising and retreating,
The aura of its abundance joyously alive
With honeysuckle rabbits
And the pine needle sweat of children.
All animate, a scent in the air,
Breathed on a lightening wind
Of creations God intended
But never got around to.
Rankness ascends to rhapsody
As freshly turned fields
Of soured milk and socks
Stoop to mock the dead fish
Floating by the docks,
Because it stinks of cheap cologne.
These sharp, shimmering images,
Their dance becomes diffuse.
Then disappears.
With the
Slowing
Of the
Car.
Miraculous visions
Lost...then forgotten,
In the instant of my ecstasy
At the familiar scent of home.
This poems origin sprang from curiosity about why dogs seemed to like hanging their head out of the car window so much. It occurred to me that their sense of smell is so developed that they probably form mental images from the odors in the air and that the rushing wind must be like looking through a kaleidoscope to them. Colors on top of colors or for them, perhaps, smell on top of smell, forming a rush of images until the car slows down - at home!
*Did you know a blindfolded dog can still identify individual rabbits?
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