still life with redhead

Barking
by Jim Harrison
The moon comes up.
The moon goes down.
This is to inform you
that I didn't die young.
Age swept past me
but I caught up.
Spring has begun here and each day
brings new birds up from Mexico.
Yesterday I got a call from the outside
world but I said no in thunder.
I was a dog on a short chain
and now there's no chain.


although tis not the season, this poem sends shivers through my body.  i openly admit my slight obsession with Jim Harrison.