A shortened leash in her hands.
With just enough slack to hunt a squirrel or two.
When the pup took off running, she gleefully ran with him.
Knowing it was all about the thrill of a good chase.
I've had a joyous return to my present.
I reigned in my imagination,
Giving it enough room to hope and create.
When it runs away, I don't mind running with it.
The places we go now nourish the soul.