Dog That Owns Me

He prances into our house, four little legs chasing
his nose, past the refrigerator of the kitchen
and through the living room, beyond the couch,
and into the hallway at the root of the steps. No luck
downstairs. Now his ears lead him upstairs,
in and around one bed, then to bedroom two,
too messy, finally bedroom three. I feel my eyes angle
down, where he’s sitting on my floor. He knows
that he won the game. Brown eyes, alone
on a sad face, pick me up to my feet.
We do the happy trot out of my room. We both know
he loves me. A rope of friendship smiles between us.

Through the 3rd Eye was supported in its inception by the Grand Rapids Humanities Council and is currently made possible by continued volunteer effort and private support. Copyright 2013.