August Night

I am at rest on the boulder's edge,
Coba's little head stretched across my belly,
a collie at my side, the wolfhound
draped improbably across my knees----staring up
into the countless stars, bathed in soft
pale glowing of the milky way.
In a ring of circling trees, we brief things
reach upward with our flicker lives;
Two coyotes carol wantonly, from a distance---
This is the heart of an August night
and my own is well.