A sonnet a day for 2014 - day 15 - Time

The crepitating sound of the dog's steps
In the silent night on empty wood floor
I could not sleep, so paced slowly 'cross reps
Pulled out paper, wrote to him I adore

This moon, this full moon, so big and so round
This dark, these stars, this heaven, this great life
The birds in the sky make beautiful sounds
I am alone with my drums and a fife

What to do now, all the questions I have
'Bout nature and God, 'bout wonderful things
I think about fish and ways that they calve
All of us special, all of God's beings

How my mind wanders from this place to that
Stare out my window, I sit on this mat