the dog slips out her dog-door,

head hangs low to the ground.

 

she eyes some target

in the short term distance –

a groundhog’s been hanging around.

 

perhaps the act hides her,

makes her run faster;

 

perhaps it’s neither reason at all.

perhaps it’s the sign

 

of dogged persistence,

in the look of the head hung low.

 

from a stand still, she darts,

and shoots herself forward,

 

then pulls herself to a stall.

whatever it is, whatever it was,

 

just proves it was nothing

if something at all.

 

then the dog goes on

on to reconnoiter

 

the spot where she thought

something was.

 

but nothing is something,

to keep the heart pumping;

 

even if nothing is

where something

 

never was.

 

 

©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn

22 June 2013