Remembering Bodhi

 

 

d. June 25, 2014

He jumps on the bed

From halfway,

From the fleece step

As usual,

In two graceful arcs.

And,  as usual

It goes  unsaid, 

When he furiously

Round’s  and round—

Making the rumpled

Blankets, the best

For his nest

Burrowing, arranging,

Just so—

And so,

Every day

His way to rest

Is the peace place

For us.

 Too.

Who could deny

That he

Is finally safe

There,

On top of the bed,

Buried deep in soft,

Asleep in his world?

Sometimes,

Some delight

May strike his fancy

And the ‘rolly’ wild

Will take over,

With legs kicking in the air,

His happiness free,

His twirled form fly,

Before the settle down,

His care complete.

Then the sound—-

He snores ,

Before the great quiet,

When his legs are still running,

But still in the sleep.

He is deep in the gone.

He is the Boster,

The Botron,

Beau,

Mr. Dog,

Mr. Bo,

Botronimus.

He is Bodhi,

Dog of our heart.

( Video by Trace Browne )

Driving down Main Street

In a battered car

Traffic slowed

And stopped,

Before the flood of tourist feet.

Right there at the cart

Of the hotdog man

And his daughter,

Selling gourmet sausages

And bottled water.

She caught a glimpse of Bodhi dog,

From the window

His head hung out

Catching the breeze and warming sun.

And ran up to say,

“Just like my little Cocker,

In every way.”

In a moment’s second

It was clear

She was special

In some fey way,

Offering a supplicant’s knuckle

For him to sniff

With a friendly chuckle

As if to say, “It OK.”

He wagged and bent

His sweet head down

To catch a pat, a scratch, a treat

That lent the gesture

It’s gracious round.

Then he looked up,

Catching her eye,

And in there saw

The empty cup—-

Bodhi fell back in

Howling terror,

At his error

Before an angel’s mirror.

It can happen any day,

In some unexpected way,

That spirits of affinity,

Touch us with infinity.