Saturday, May. 26, 2007 - 9:08 p.m.
Paradise on Demand
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by doing things a few times
habits are born..
as if invention is now a necessity
Jinky watches me drink tea
after dinnera nd sort of
swishes his tail
to say hurry up
he is ready
for his trip to the lake
down we go
and when I put him down on the grass
- zip -
he races to the water
and dips his paw in
then drinks
then races to the breakwater
leaping straight up the boulders
like a cartoon hero
then down the other side
and watches the little waves break
and spin the trapped flotsam
of pieces of wood
like they were sea creatures
bit players in a Jonny Depp Pirate movie
that require his close inspection
I walk the breakwater trailing a stick
there are people taking pictures
of the tangerine sunset
and the fuzzy blue laker passing by
loaded with iron ore or wheat or paper pulp
many miles away on the western horizon
that embraces this sweet water sea
wooping the occasional moan
from its foghorn
heavy Industry
never looked so cool
Jinky runs up the 24 iron steps
to interfere with the photographers
and sniff their shoes
before they pack up
and go home
to download their photo files
then he waddles over to a half dozen
old style Mennonite girls
sitting at a pic nic table
taking a break from some bus tour thing
singing four part harmony
just because its funner than not to
they stop to oggle Jinky
who is parading his wonderfullness
just beyond their reach
and soon 12 happy hands
are working his lovely red fur
all at once they laugh
as he rolls over in ecstacy
legs bicycling in the air
but always watching
for the approach of
... demon dogs
the girls are called
to return to their bus by their driver
an old man
who mostly
looks at his watch
Jinky tries to board the vehicle
at the heels of the girls
but I run up and swoop him away
and turn so he can't see the parking lot
just the sunset
and we walk over to
the now abandoned pic nic table
where I set him on it
our backs to the departing bus
After licking his feet
he settles down
to watch the sun
get eaten up inside
a vast bank of pink clouds
and the sky rapidly turn colour
as the seconds pass
and the water reflecting all this
in its wiggly hypnotic mirror
and we get barthed in the
glorious spring pink light
just as the tangering orb
that is the author of
our progress in life
disappears for the night
We are the only ones on the beach
we might as well be
on our own little planet
and I watch Jinky
watching the sky
and become hypnotised
in the glory of it all
as heaven and nature sing
its super fine weather
and it feels completely wonderful
for all creatures
What I feel I think Jinky feels
what we feel
probably the squirrels and birds feel
too bad about the fish:
they are really
missing out
tonight
