It’s in the Air
That old tingling – anticipation,
The moment my search dog’s nose lifts,
eye brightens, stride lengthens,
pulled by invisible thread.
Scent of a lost child, an old man
wandering from his life: our quarry.
For years I followed my dogs on search,
reading weather and topography,
how they mesh and clash.
Today, masked for our COVID world,
I imagine invisible microscopic
particles traveling, pooling,
hovering like smoke; heavier or lighter;
how they cling variably
to surfaces; my dog intently sniffing
trailside brush, a bit of surveyor’s tape
tied to a tree; how long
the particles can live there.
Poet not scientist, analogy not proof –
I’m still searching as I go,
hoping to keep myself from getting lost.
~ Taylor Graham
first appeared on Medusa’s Kitchen blog (http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com)
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