Morning Run

from Out With Lanterns, a daily poetry practice

It is the dog who keeps me going.
The coffee is done, she’s been fed,
the news is read. Pajamas tossed in a pile, 
running clothes on, shoes laced. 
It's time. 
Her hopeful eye widen.
Tongue out, she’s heading outside,
twirling, barking.
She wants what she wants 
and who am I to deny her? 
I must take a cue from her–
Not be afraid to get a little excited,
hope for a good thing. When it’s
getting closer, looking like it might
just happen, wiggle a little, 
show my joy.