This is a lovely submission by my friend and poet, Christine Poreba, who specializes in many arts, among them, dog poetry. Enjoy!
What need do dogs have for time?
The day like a living room rug
where moments of sleep, clean, rise
to the bark of a neighbor dog
pile up like toys. Add the sound
of you coming home and the pack
is back together again. Better
squeak that toy; it doesn’t matter
the hour. Something deep
in their furry chests has been waiting
for this moment,
though words like waiting
and next and I’ll be back soon
mean nothing to creatures
who never know where the car
they’re put in is going, chances
being equal for the doctor,
the woods, a friend’s house,
or on a short vacation to different
ground entirely. Because there is no
command for I’ll see you soon.
Count the days off on your paw.
There’s only now, with something
missing, then that joy again.
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