My Dog, the Zen Master

knows our human way is backwards.
We snub smells: such pungent specimens
as leaking garbage, spongy scents of
nascent spring, unleashed by rain.
Such willful ignorance is lunacy,
she knows. Impossible to deny
the rich, sensory world. How can we
ignore the crystalline beauty
of mud? We need to banish
our wicked piggybanks, feel nature's
cadence in our veins. Sniff and
lick life's goodness.

I dictated this into my Sony digital voice recorder while (big surprise) walking Una. After I spent several minutes trying to figure out how to use these words, I looked at Una and thought about how she didn't have to try quite so hard to find beauty.