I have a process:
first consider the person
across the airport
writes sad and angry
and philosophical poems
lots of poems
second become
in my mind
that person's mother
on the worst day
of their young life
and finally live for an hour
again to be clear in my mind
as the person's dog
after a long dog day
twitching against the person's leg
while a dream of a squirrel on a fence
plays across dog brain dream space
when I follow these steps carefully
the person across the airport
looks out the window
at the fully loaded baggage claim truck
on the tarmac
never having seen my face
Roman Ryan 