A poem by Catherine Bull
Long Day
The triumph of the day: that the old dog made it 12 hours without peeing in the house, success in her success at staying asleep, certainly no success in the 12 hours 'til I made it home, because work, because work, because work, work which kept me late and made me cry, or nearly, because I can't tell what should or shouldn't make me mad, what is or isn't mine to question, am I right, am I right to have said it, she stayed asleep and didn't wake to notice that she had to pee, once you've thought about it you can't stop thinking about it, but if you haven't you can just dream, dream of running, of finding the squirrel, of barking away some old raccoon, of bringing home a stick, a great big chewy stick, of getting to keep it.
Catherine Bull
More poems by Catherine Bull are available through her website.
