Familiar Ground
Still soaring through the air
I had to run the landscape backwards like a film
to find my body - there! where I left it -and I woke to rain,
though my dream had been of flying over desert,
the sagebrush far below bent and tortured with thirst.But it rains, and John phones to say his dog Otto
dies in his sleep and is already buried.
Black, bear-like Otto - waking into his body under the orchard.June 1, 80