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?