a world of absolute innocence in which we forget ourselves

The Dogs at Live Oak Beach, Santa Cruz

BY ALICIA OSTRIKER

As if there could be a world
Of absolute innocence
In which we forget ourselves

The owners throw sticks
And half-bald tennis balls
Toward the surf
And the happy dogs leap after them
As if catapulted—

Black dogs, tan dogs,
Tubes of glorious muscle—

Pursuing pleasure
More than obedience
They race, skid to a halt in the wet sand,
Sometimes they'll plunge straight into
The foaming breakers

Like diving birds, letting the green turbulence
Toss them, until they snap and sink

Teeth into floating wood
Then bound back to their owners
Shining wet, with passionate speed
For nothing,
For absolutely nothing but joy.


Alicia Ostriker, “The Dogs at Live Beach, Santa Cruz” from The Little Space: Poems Selected and New, 1968-1998. Copyright © 1998 by Alicia Ostriker.