I have often wondered how a dog finds that "warm spot", how Marty becomes the small puddle of light, the one that takes up two tile squares in the laundry room in the winter only. Do they look for the light or do they feel the resonant warmth. No human or canine for that matter would find any joy spending an hour in the laundry room, yet that small shaft of light is where the pet squirrel can be found in the winter months with the washer dryer couple for company. This time of year as the first morning sun enters the room, Mart has to climb the chair mountain in which to partake. There are so many mysteries in every day life.......
The last time I looked, the dog was lying
on the freshly cut grass
but now she has moved under the picnic table.
I wonder what causes her shift
from one place to another,
to get up for no apparent reason from her spot
by the stove, scratch one ear,
then relocate, slumping down
on the other side of the room by the big window,
or I will see her hop on the couch to nap
then later find her down
on the Turkish carpet, her nose on the fringe.
The moon rolls across the night sky
and stops to peer down at the earth,
and the dog rolls through these rooms
and onto the lawn, pausing here and there
to sleep or to stare up at me, head in her paws,
to consider the scentless pen in my hand
or the open book on my lap.
And because her eyes always follow me,
she must wonder, too, why
I shift from place to place,
from the couch to the sink
or the pencil sharpener on the wall-
two creatures bound by wonderment
though unlike her, I have never once worried
after letting her out the back door
that she would take off in the car
and leave me to die
behind the solid locked doors of the house.
Have a terrific weekend all! xoxo Ro