My Dog Was a Wolf

I once proved that stoned ape theory is real, 

Or rather I might have proved its reverse, 

Walking in the woods with my dog one day, 

As we moved forward, we fell back in time

To a prehistoric forest, newly

Discovered just steps away from my house,

Primeval trees opening up a path 

Inward to a place I had never known,

My dog was a wolf, and would remain so

For a time, as long as I was an ape,

Though we then became plants, then stones, then wisps 

Of air whirling, whirling there together,

And then we were home looking at ourselves, 

At each other, not believing our eyes.