God Dog
I’ve scribbled a million prayers disguised as poems;
why won’t you speak to me?
Can you at least tell me where
my checkered golfing socks are?
I once had a dog that could translate
Your needs and expectations,
now I only have Google
or I read the works of Sufi mystics,
and they all talk a lot.
I’ll keep on writing angry, comic, sad, tragic,
hopeful words until you say: Enough!
You will have to read them also
for omnipresence means everywhere – I checked.
If you want to call me to discuss these concerns,
and if there is no other way,
will you please return as a dog again,
a dopey black Labrador, a snappy terrier,
or a neurotic Sheltie
they all would work, but of course as always,
the breed is up to You.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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