I’ve thought about things I’ve never considered before today:
How lucky you are to have two legs that you use with zeal.
How lucky you are to smell the bellows of the west
The echos of the Pacific
The faint dimple of an ancient breeze swirling on the plane below.
How lucky you are to hear the sound of a million withered sagebrush
Stubbornly defy the will of wind.
How lucky you are to stand among friends
Who can be trusted to shoot above your dogs,
Who enjoy the pain in the desert as much as you do.
How lucky you are to have a dog
Who shares all your folly and conceit with reckless abandon
And will never question if it was the right decision.
Dogs are the true deciders of the important.
How lucky they are to truly live.