MOGWAII

I was feeling really lonely when i first met mogwaii, Jane and Kayla.
I was without the words, that i used to speak and i still speak only for very short times
It was cold, that I used to feel and I still get that cold sometimes, for very short times
i was feeling very furious at the same straight straight blond hair and white fences with the arrogant look
fences are the skin and even a burqa, a veil for
yet, i was used to seeing, yet and yet i was able to speak the white language

It was a cold night, north end of halifax
A place i never been to
A place people would say it is dangerous for some reason
I still dont get
Oh and I was afraid of dogs, as I have always been
Not the obedient white dogs-
I was meeting a friend- a friend of her kind
And we need the feeling kinds, not the minds

I am now wishing that it was raining that night but it was not
But now it is raining even tough it is not raining
neither in halifax nor in Kingston
But pain brings rain to the ground
As the ground bears the memory, memories of kinds

How I met mogwaii and her eyes is not a mystery to you nor anybody now
She had a special look in her eyes
As if she understood not in human words
Not in dog terms
As if she feels what she knows and I don`t
I still don`t
and i know that she felt that I was afraid
her eyes would always challenge my fear
And that is really the moment of juncture
to my story with mogwaii

After 5 years that I initially met mogwaii and her folks
When I got back from a very very long road
An adventure for some people, and simply the flow of life for me it is.
Mogwaii was old, scratching her belly, with the looks of an old person in her eyes
With her knowing of the feeling what she is going to become and yet we all will become and can`t feel
I saw the eyes of my dead grandmother, and all the other people that I miss
her older eyes brought the memory of other grounds
Other grounds for them they are all common

one last time i saw her, not the best shape of her body
but a best shape for her wisdom
was when she barked and hit my hand with her forehead
by then, i was thinking of all the memories she brought
and yet she was pointing me to the direction of life
to the ground we are all above
and that is really how i shall remember her
common grounds we had and common grounds we will have.