our bed and gone
out into the living room couch where
he found me apparently doing nothing -- this
is called thinking.
It's something people do,
not being entirely children of the earth,
like a dog or a tree or a flower.
His eyes questioned such an activity.
"Well, okay," he said. "If you say so. Whatever
it is. Actually
I like kissing better."
And next to me,
tucked down his curly head
and, sweet as a flower, slept.
Percy (2002-2009) from Mary Oliver's "Dog Songs"