The weeks are gazelles 

I don’t know what they’re running from 

It’s already Monday again

A new week has just begun

A resident on the other side of the neighborhood told me it’s been 2 ½ months since his dog got sick

He said it’d been that long since he petted another 

I was deeply saddened and told him I was so sorry for it

“The orange-red pup?”, I asked

He said, “Yup”

I let him pet my Billy and some would say it sounds silly, but I could see that man’s heart start to heal

He said, “It’s amazing how a dog can make you feel”

My own pup is already seven 

And I fear the day he goes on to heaven

As we walked the neighborhood today, all the leaves were fallin’

Just yesterday we were immersed in pollen

My journals tell a story

I want to write more but cheetahs steal my mornings

The years are lightning flashes 

The other day I found myself thinking about caskets

But what about heaven? What about spring?

Even in my (late!) 30s, I’m thinking about a baby

Among the gazelles and the cheetahs, I’m sitting

Looking for the watering hole

Even my inbox is a fox

Some days I’m drowning

Everything is fading, falling 

I hope I haven’t spent too much time stalling

Nah, I haven’t 

All the gazelles, cheetahs, foxes, and falcons 

Are the lovely characters in a real-time pageant 

Every day I see ‘em 

Everyone, everything is passing through

I guess it’s time to renew

Turns out I’m a gazelle too