He watches me bewildered and lost
his mournful eyes downwards cast
I look at him unseeingly
gazing at the distant horizon
letting present opportunities slip by.
I hear his plaintive, pitiful whimpers
but am unable to listen
lost in the turmoil raging within
the roar of turbulence deafening me.
August dog days compound the problem
I need to create a quiet, calm oasis inside
to focus on all that I see
and awaken empathetic listening
I need to find it in myself
to help him and self.