I don’t read a lot of poetry, but every once in a while I come across a poem that speaks to me. A few months ago I saw this one beautifully framed and displayed in the waiting room of a chiropractor’s office.
Over the last few days I looked after my friend’s dog, but she went home tonight. While she was here we went for walks a few times a day. I fed her, pet her, talked to her (in that high voice I always seem to use with babies and animals), took pictures of her, and let her sleep on my bed. I tried to teach her some new tricks!
Pets are wonderful companions. I’ve heard it said that petting a cat or a dog can lower your blood
Do you remember those multicolored pictures that used to appear in the comic pages of the newspaper every Sunday?
They were comprised of many shapes and hues which seemed to make no sense. The instructions, as I recall, were to relax your vision so that instead of looking at the surface of the picture, you looked either past it, or in front of it. That relaxation allowed you to suddenly see an image which lurked beneath…it might be dinosaurs, or a face, or a pair of bicycles.
How I struggled with those pictures! I would stare at them for hours, trying to see the hidden shapes. Then a friend, or perhaps my sister, would come along and say, instantly, “Oh wow – a monkey!!”
Similarly, I remember hearing the (sometimes disputed, but revealing) story of how a chemist