Thanks to Valerie for sending in this poem - and if you haven't already heard, she and the cast of Alberta Tarzans: The Musical are working on another play.
There is a dog, small, black,
and wet, who loves to chase
rocks in the river shallows.
(And when I say, “love,”
believe me, I mean “love.”)
My role in the play of this small, black dog
is to throw the rocks. Rock after rock after rock.
I throw rocks until my arm hurts and my shoulder aches.
I throw rocks until the river is choked with stones,
the beach bare, night threatens and winter bites the air.
I throw rocks as this small black dog dashes,
careless of stars and seasons,
through the riotous, rollicking waves.
Once home, I return to my passion --
seeking words that bring my day to life.
The dog, sprawled under the dying sun,
dreams of rocks flying;
the sheer glory and glint of river spray;
her sweet, sleek black body plunging
through the perfect poem of her day.