Walking my dog,
warm sunrays on my face
on this cold day,
I’m giving myself to the sun
like to a new love,
this sensation of a caress,
like a timid hand on unknown skin,
strange, yet familiar still…
so exciting and so peaceful…
Birds chatter, I watch them fly,
a song enters my head,
melodies, words, memories…
Thoughts linger like hours,
invisible eyes,
curious, smiling…
my dog, his unspoken desire
is waiting…
I’m throwing a stick,
watching him run,
so pure and free,
like the air that carries him


Sybille (Sydney) Krivenko 2007