Skies are sobbing, no more light.
Forces call us into night.
Pelted pavement sizzles, rips.
Bounding out, we nearly slip.
Gushing sewers, raging rivers.
Anxious seeking, coated shivers.
Glassy earth, pooling lakes.
Eyes to ground, bodies shake.
Dancing boughs, bluish glow.
Something spotted; actually, no.
Sirens wail, airhorns roar.
Not yet right, still need more.
Somewhere north, church’s bells.
Sounds are quiet. Loud are smells.
Gothic tower sings to east.
We just hear the call of beast.
Sopping, drowned, soaking, drenched.
Primal thirst is not yet quenched.
Stranger’s shadow looms behind.
Still we have our goal in mind.
Street light fades, shadows fall.
Here is right! Here is all!
Canine rain then wets the loam.
Thank God! I cry. Now let’s go home.
Written and photographed by Dan Mims. Video features hopefully inscrutable shaky-cam footage of Jolie the dog, walking near her chosen spot last night on Yale’s Old Campus.
