Delphi recalls her dog
after lavender overwhelmed its senses.
The dog ran outside herself
the silver thread barely visible in moonlight.
Delphi knows the importances
of walking away from yourself to gain perspective.
Last night she swam the ether
to the international space station.
Some part of deep sleep
rewinds the soul-cord to the bodily spool.
The dog inflated its astral self
like a balloon at Albuquerque’s Fiesta.
She meant to spread herself like a kite
to catch the solar wind.
There she was the next morning
curled, tail on nose, at the foot of the bed.
copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney