Out there on the street
is a dog
who’s mixing up his barks
with his yelps.
If I listen intently, I may be able to find the interval of his calls.
Would it scare him
if I jump out into the balcony
at that precise moment?
Or would it make him happy?
For either to happen,
the dog needs to know of my existence.
Poor dog,
and poor me.
Both in our universes.
Him barking,
and me using a stopwatch
and an Excel sheet,
trying to figure out the rhythm of his barks
and predict
when he would next call out to the universe.