They hurtle off towards the beach
to yap at gulls beyond their reach,
with noses raised to catch a whiff
of new, exciting things to sniff.
Their focus locked on sea and sand,
their thoughts deliciously unplanned,
these wet and shaggy kindred souls
are jumping waves and digging holes.
If only they could teach me how
to revel in the here and now,
to halt my thoughts before they stray
to all that lurks beyond today,
the back to school, the daily slog.
If only I’d been born a dog!
© Jenny Erlanger