The other day I read a poem that put a golf ball in my throat.
If ever in your life you have felt love, then you have armor that may keep you safe when you read it.
Wesley McNair writes about a puppy on a chain who cries when he pushes into the collar at the periphery of his circular, desolate space: Here’s an excerpt:
when there is no grass left in it
and he understands it is all he has,
he will snarl and bark whenever
he senses a threat to it.
Who would believe this small
sorrow could lead to such fury
no one would ever come near him?”
Do you have such a puppy space in your life? Can you stop barking?
Can you bring a friend inside the circle? Can you slip the collar?
Read the whole poem here.
Poem copyright ©2010 by Wesley McNair, "The Puppy," from Lovers of the Lost: New & Selected Poems, (David R. Godine, 2010). Posted by permission on www.PoetryFoundation.org
Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2015 All rights reserved.