Your splashing, swishing tail
Dances when our brown eyes meet.
The weight of you leans against me
And we press our animal bodies together
Until our creature hearts
Unlock the age old adage
Of anxious girl and anxious dog.
And when I wake up running,
Ribs rattling,
Haunted, hunted, hollow –
I find your rising and falling
Backbone in the dark,
Your impossibly soft golden slumber
Curled up against me,
Crescent moon wrapped around
Crescent moon.
About this poem
This is an ode to my beloved golden retriever, Clancy. He is one of the great loves of my life. My family likes to joke that he is my therapy dog, and I am his therapy human. We are both anxious souls and find solace in each other.
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