A Silent Dog

I could tell things
were changing,
from the other side

of my window, I find

a silent dog
in the garden

bent down to seize
the grasses

as if eternally

puzzled.

Powerful, the way
the whirl of thought

rushing through
the animal of skin,

of smell, of small desires,

of significance-

stands still.

The day is changing, the dog-
no longer in the yard,

has disappeared...

the world, perhaps,

and I

remember

where it lastly lingered.