May Rain

It has rained over the past day
Gentle then hard then gentle
And in joyous gratitude
The grass and orchids and ferns
Have drunk in these delirious draughts
While riding on the waves
From a nearby star
High over head
Mid-May.
Life leaps in this green orgy
Embracing itself
Unembarrassed.
It’s what it does.
 
The wet yellow dog
Stops to share a pet
Showing scars about her eye
Lessons she has likely forgotten
Being of the big-hearted short-memoried bred
Long on grace and beauty and play
But not so much on dog-social intelligence
Someday she will be bitten again
As we cheer her spirit and
Pity it too.
 
These things we share
On this day of spats and dogs.