Dog Wisdom

some nights it
seems that our
dog ingrid has
it all figured
out, she understands
love and closeness
when to drink

water, and when
to sleep, she
doesn’t stay up
late on her
phone wondering about
the world, no
she lives in

minutes of joy
running, licking, waiting
for someone to
drop food on
the floor, this
has been said
before, but always

good to remember
that we are
animals too, and
it can all
be much more
simple, if we
let it be

Our Family Dogs

Sam was short for Samurai,
a lion like Akita, let me eat
from his bowl when no one
else was looking. He killed
neighborhood cats, then
one night a car killed him.

There was Popcorn, named
by my sister, part husky
she loved to run away,
nose against screen door, then
escaped on down the road.
We’d yell Popcorn like circus
vendors, until she came back home.

Ginger was part sheltie, but
thought she was a cat,
never more happy than
sitting on our lap. She
loved us, and we loved her
back, there was no other way.

Buddhist Dog

She squirms, arches belly up, 
scratch me, love me, don’t forget me
Eyes and eyelashes, wise and long, 
this one-year old furry seer, knows 
if you are kind. Sometimes I ignore her 
paws clawing at the sky, asking important
questions. How can you focus on 
anything more than me, than this 
moment, do you see me, really see me? 
Here I am, I love you. Where’d you go? 
Did you forget? 
You are me too.