Children, Like Puppies
My attention span is bouncy today as the dog’s tail
as she trots a pace ahead,
stopping to sniff the latest reminder that a world of other canines
lies just beyond her yard,
for a fraction of an instant
it lingers long enough to realize that
sense a similar expanse,
and will someday, as parental leashes slacken,
wander out to make their own deposit on the world.
On down the road,
will blooms appear where they have trod,
or will they return with tails between their legs,
“perfumed” with what they’ve rolled in?
There is a reason for teaching young dogs new tricks,
and children to lick their wounded egos
till they master themselves.