A poem for Tuesday

It's hard to know what to write on February 14th. I could tell you about notions of love, how I feel about certain people. I could tell you a story of sadness that ends with hope, or one of hope that ends with sadness. It all seems like a lot to take on. Instead, here's a poem I like very much by Mary Oliver.

The Dog Has Run Off Again
and I should start shouting his name
and clapping my hands,
but it has been raining all night
and the narrow creek has risen
is a tawny turbulence is rushing along
over the mossy stones
is surging forward
with a sweet loopy music
and therefore I don't want to entangle it
with my own voice
calling summoning
my little dog to hurry back
look the sunlight and the shadows are chasing each other
listen how the wind swirls and leaps and dives up and down
who am I to summon his hard and happy body
his four white feet that love to wheel and pedal
through the dark leaves
to come back to walk by my side, obedient.
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