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.