Love in the Round
She’s ill –
stretched out.
The taught rope
alerts me.
My dog
is not sleeping.
Grief slides through thin air.
Her sister
lies supine,
parallel, hugging
her sleek body –
As if one dog
could mediate
a sister’s pain.
These two,
wed to each other
through compassion
too deep for words.
I bend my face into theirs,
whispering love songs
we have shared from
the Beginning,
and will share
long after
We are gone…
