The field is longer than you expect it to be.
The dog can be free there, remembering
A time before leashes.
A place to stretch yourself and shout
And be assured nobody will hear. Sounds
on the edge of hearing, buzzing
From machinery and insects
And the distant rumble of the road.
The noise sits on top of the quiet
Emphasising it, dark behind light.
You didn’t expect to feel sudden joy here
But it came anyway
From being alone in empty space
With a happy dog.
From spring sunshine on bare arms.
From the absence of things
And the certainty of returning to them.