ELIZABETH BIRCH

Practicing Peace

My dog and I walk atop the crust of winter, 
weaving our way 
back from the abandoned beach.
We stop to watch three ducks in a puddle. 
As he pulls, I hold and try to explain
why we don’t need to chase 
everything, kill 
anything. For a moment,
we are still, listening 
to the water’s subtle ripples, 
blending into the beige 
fields of hay in hibernation. 
I let him learn then turn
to find a new scent or stick. 
But I keep watching,
body begging for practice. 

Elizabeth Birch lives in Plymouth, Massachusetts. Her poetry has been featured in previous or forthcoming issues of Yellow Arrow Journal, The Tiger Moth Review, Nixes Mate, Writers Resist, Footnote Literary Journal, and Willows Wept Review.