The Open Field

Rondeau Prime

Bozeman, Montana — Photos by Jonathan Potter ⓒ 2024

The open field where dogs must yield
To every scent and every sound
As light spreads out across the ground
Is where I’ve ventured to be healed
Of human thoughts, to drop the shield
Of human ego where I found
The open field.

As dawn erupts, what was concealed
Becomes apparent to my hound
Who wags his tail and runs around
The plot of land where I have kneeled:
The open field.

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