New Tricks

Me and Tucker, a dog who learned new tricks
 New Tricks
 I wonder why
   I keep forgetting:
    Old dogs can learn
      New tricks. 
 You’re not a shoe
   Glunked in a puddle
     Of squishy mud. 
 You’re like a kite
   Capable of rising
     High into the sky.
 Your dog showed you 
   How it works: 
     That time when he was 7 –
       almost 50 in dog years! 
 He could sit still and 
                  Let you comb his hair. 
 It’s the anticipating 
    Of the treat, 
      The little joy that emerges
 If you just push through.  

I wrote this poem to pull myself out of a moment when I was feeling trapped by my age. I feel fortunate to be able to remind myself that life is a playground, there is always something new to discover, and every day opens with new possibility.

This poem is part of an online collection I call All the Shapes of Joy.

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