Husky, Dalmatian

I wish I was a weatherman

or an archaeologist.

But this world

does not give us the control

we all want.

 

The beach was littered

with bluebottles.

The oceans bombs

turned to landmines on the sand.

And I treated them as such,

it helps to have something

to concentrate on.

 

Like they had never considered being apart,

two figures of fantasy

loped towards me

shoulder to shoulder;

in a straight line.

Yet somehow, in their innocence

they were spared any explosions.

Tongues lolling,

hanging out,

my

oh

my

they made me smile

and stopped my minds erosions.

 

I know simple is best.

However it takes more

than a simple request

to dissolve the complex.

Our dreams don’t disappear

but we get older

and find it harder to remember.