PUPPY DISTRACTION

There will be no poetry today
Or tomorrow
For my attention has turned
Towards our innocent puppy
Who doesn’t understand
Why he is trapped in a cone
And what the pain is
He has been neutered
But these words mean nothing to him
He is sweetness itself
And is taking it in his stride
The problem is not him
It is me and my distraction
My softness extends so far
Sometimes it almost consumes me
And I feel unable to function
Unconditionality can have that effect.