Fenced

I observe my thoughts,

running loose but not far,

like dogs in a fenced yard,

worrying down familiar paths,

fretting around trees already marked.

I see them, zigzagging, crouching,

laced with potential energy,

charging, repeating. Let them

tire themselves out. They will

slow down, quiet, come to me

with wet noses and frantic tails,

right to my hands, when they

are bored and hungry.