I am just a spectator in this world…
And interpret my days with my poems…
This world is wider than my field of view…
Deeper than my comprehension.
I don’t have much power here…
After all, I’m just a little pup…
But I know everything is right here before me…
And I don’t have to take a long journey to find it.
Sometimes I find myself very deep in the garbage (yum and ouch…)
I move through it like an inchworm…
I really want to ask my butler to leave it out more often…
But you can’t ask a butler a question like that.
So, what new thing do I see each day?
Oh my, there are thousands of things going on each moment…
Plays, concerts, operas, sports and dance…
When the clouds pass the curtain is up.
I accept this world completely…
It was here long before I was…
And it’s so generous that She has given us solemn permission…
To enjoy every aspect of Her spectacle.
I love you,
Annie