One Day

One Day

in the forest office, a dog
with tangled hair
waits at the water cooler

for his lumber jack master
to clock out.

It is summer and the heat
penetrates the windows
like a feverish skin.

Oh wait, it's not a dog,
it's a cricket chirping like a store display
even though people walk by close.

And the lumber jack is really
a salesman talking, not clocking.

When I understand my dreams,
then I understand you,
who listens, carefully, to the same god.

janan
www.alienflower.org