October 17, 2013 (I was 68)
I walk the invisible dog in the park
It follows without a leash
Sometimes other people’s dogs
half know the invisible dog is there
There is no canine confrontation
My attention is invisibly occupied
Other dogs chase squirrels that can see
The invisible dog chases nothing
I do not know where it sleeps I do not feed it
It does not arrive in the car with me
Many dog walkers bag the defecations
Many of us do not I go unnoticed
I don’t know what kind of shit the invisible
dog leaves behind
It is not my intention to walk the dog
I am here for the exercise the light the serenity
which I achieve only in moments the dog minds
itself
Most of the time it trots alongside
close enough for me to count its breaths
It is not in the car when I drive to the rest
of my day
The distant wail diminishes but does not cease
I’d like the invisible dog to successfully run
away
Whatever path I walk I remain a familiar scent
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