Home again

Home again;

Excited dogs greet me with enthusiasm.
Walking them along the narrow streets and redwoods, I
listen to distant laughter. The tiny lights of houses
shimmering through trees illuminate my way.
And I realize, in this busy summer, I have hardly looked at the stars at all.

Standing on the fish-bridge then, I watch the night above the forest
Caress four long, soft heads
remember not all love is pain
and bask in this warm September night.