New Light


Something about being able
to stretch out on the floor
next to the dog and pat
her stomach, makes me glad— 
glad my legs can move;
glad my hands can move across 
the wire hair; Glad I can own a dog
and walk her outside without a leash, 
so she can pee privately. Glad 
she wakes me up at dawn. 
Glad a creature so unlike me 
understands so much. How did I 
not realize all this earlier in life?