Thor and Ophelia
Two Great Pyrenees
White on white
At one with the elements
Meander innocently

Down in the Bowery
Reconnecting with lost instincts
They embrace the tempest, the icy winds, the flurries
And in a somersault
Bow to the majesty
Of the Great Pyrenees

So do I, myself a native
Ah! Dear Pyrenees
Summits of my childhood
Lofty landmass climbing to the stars
So pure it elevates my thoughts
High
Higher
To the perennial snow that shrouds the secrets of our heritage

Thor and Ophelia
Two Great Pyrenees
White on white
At one with the elements
Meander innocently back home

Do they miss the great heights
The great chain that stretches at infinitum
The crystal-clear skies
The peaks that stubbornly rear their crowned heads
To heaven's breaths?

I ponder as the flakes perform a graceful dance past my window
The world is at a standstill
Let's dance with the dove that peeked in
Early this morning

Cleo Caminat (NYC 2/17/03)