Bio Note: I'm a California poet and artist. I earned a BA in Literature from UC Santa Barbara, where I edited the literary journal and won some accolades. My poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in various magazines, including San Pedro River Review, Concerning Poetry, Pembroke Magazine, and Amethyst Review. My work has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize.
the soul does not need feet
I wish I could tell if she was having a nightmare or a happy dream, this little dog who lost her leg. Sprawled on the bed beside me, she suddenly hiccups muffled barks and her small body shudders suggested seizures. Is she dreaming a capture, facilitated by the vanished limb that was her fate? Is she purging a deep dread, writhing to tear herself from a predatory jaw? If so, I will wake her up mid-gnaw and clasp her close. But if she gallops free in the long, precancerous grass, lungs savoring sweet air at breakneck speed, let her be. Allow her the powerful dawn in lucid reverie, the same as mine when in sleep I realize I’m moving adroit and solo—no cane, walker, or chair—smooth and unimpaired, the unencumbered me.
Nadine walks the dog
on a cool night that belongs to the moon a loop that swings away and back to home where satellites await a mate who shores her when she sags the prowl for love complete their child an anchor in her heart indelible and sweet the pet whose certain feet direct her pondering blessings that freed her from the leash away from the toxic preoccupation that once stifled her creation life is flawed and fruitful stars of gratitude flicker in her chest inspiration and peace
©2023 Rose Bedrosian
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