Lately,
I sit down to write,
but cry instead.
Usually,
I let Roy out in the backyard
Before breakfast
and his early morning walk
Sometimes,
He bites me
and I say he’s only a puppy.
Almost always,
I sleep deeply
and wake refreshed.
Once in a while,
I like to stir things up
and take my glasses off.
As long as there are no caveats,
I expect thesw things to happen.
This is so evocative and understated all at once.
A powerful metaphor, at least to me:
“Sometimes,
He bites me
and I say he’s only a puppy.”
I love how you twist from the tears coming before the words to a more humourous note:
“Once in a while,
I like to stir things up
and take my glasses off.”