before the rubber ball leaves my hand
the air welcomes it
and briefly
all laws of gravity and politics
fall away
because within the world of this miniature sun
abides the sacred space of anticipation
the unfettered joy of leaping forward
free and unafraid
the singularity of space and time
of motion and stillness
Because there is only this circle of living light
soaring on invisible wings
waiting to be seen and cherished and delivered back to me
wet with slobbery delight
Love it! The spirit of dog.
Ann M. Chiappetta, M.S.
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I love this! Such a descriptive, creative way to express it!