When you couldn’t climb the stairs
I slept beside you on the floor.
A moonless night, but through the window
some bright planet stood in the east,
beacon for a journey.
Some say, the heavens don’t hold messages
for dogs. Perhaps the sign was meant
for me. Was it Saturn, twisting inside
his iron ring of grief, who kept
my vigil? Or Venus, orb of love
in a cold sky? Morning extinguishes
the brightest star. I took your leash
and led you out the door, first
station of a journey to that place
I trust we’ve known before.
Taylor Graham, California, USA.
Taylor's website can be found at: http://somersetsunset.net/Poetry.htm
4 comments:
Taylor Graham is a volunteer search and rescue dog handler and this lovely poem shows her closeness to her animals.
For some reason, the link to Taylor Graham's website is refusing to show up on this post. Her website is: http://somersetsunset.net/Poetry.htm.
My own dog died just nine days ago, and I understand the questionsing of the cosmos, wondering how your dog fits into it (let alone you). I wonder all the time where Cleo is now.
Thanks everyone for your comments. Sorry to hear about your dog, Amy.
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