in the early morning
I put the book down
I turned to my friend
I asked him, “what are we doing, man?”
he tilted his head, began to pant
I asked, “what’s the meaning of life, bud?”
he looked at me only for a second
then jumped off the patio couch and chased a lizard into the bushes.
that’s it. that’s the meaning of life;
that’s all there is;
running full speed ahead
into whatever danger there is
just to see if you can do it.
never being satisfied with anything
always chasing the next book
when you catch it
the bliss is only there for a split
then off to another chase.
I have a very smart dog.