and contemplate our lives,
Time’s bus won’t stop to let us off.
We must go where it drives.
Have we become more interesting
from all the ride has shown us?
Or do we seem eccentric
To those thought to have known us?
Blessed has my journey been
Since the driver let you on.
I moved my baggage off the seat
So to it you’d be drawn.
And with you came two passengers
Whose names both start with N.
Or was I the one to board your bus?
For ‘twas not much later when
I moved in with my tabby cat,
Who shed hair orange and soft.
Next we added one lowrider pup
Who slept with paws aloft.
There too was that slender cat
Who refused domestication
To complete our blended family,
At least till emigration,
When we traversed the country,
Arriving in detachments.
Mine contained the animals
With the trailer of attachments.
From Tacoma did each family member
Drift up to this isle,
Joining a collection
Of Atlantic coast exiles.
Somehow you made it happen,
A driving force benign,
Nurturing this family,
Both human and canine.
For every problem that emerged
You fashioned some solution.
I’ve lost count of the ways that
You’ve enhanced my evolution.
