At nothing


At nothing – which so often led to nothing – I
stopped. And stopping, found self and sea still,
clear as glass. In the harbor that day, waves hung mid-
air in a moment of paralyzed force. Look, I said. Look.

Dog looked, questioning, hopeful, and so we walked.
Starting then, we walked all morning through
the frozen town – the black and oozy wharves, shop windows
filled with heads. So much to see, so much to smell.

Small walnuts in a pile near a motionless squirrel
made dog superstitious – this is not right, dog said –
this is not right. Look here, I said. Look.
Together we walked, together we looked until

the moment breaks, waves come crashing, squirrel skitters
away, dog chases squirrel, smiling and happy at last.

 

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