Dog
Not away, but after
or contrary,
the reversal indicative
and untoward: scratching,
she spirals to the perfect
spot between us, touching both,
then sighs. In comfort, in ecstasy,
in contentment, who can say?
But we sigh in response.
“Dog” first appeared on the blog in October 2014. The photo is of Apollonia, aka Apple.
O at the Edges 
Dogs have MANY tricks to connect their humans! Ours keeps connecting us to people we would otherwise think of as strangers … turned into friends with some wags of tail and the body spiraling as in your poem. 😌
LikeLiked by 2 people
Dogs are miracle workers! Back when we had a bookstore, people would come in just to visit our miniature schnauzer. She had a few favorite customers who would carry her around the store, talking to her, asking for advice on purchases. She was quite the salesdog. 🙂
LikeLiked by 2 people
Sounds good to me 🙂
LikeLiked by 2 people
Like a good dog!
LikeLike
My son in law’s dog has to sit on the sofa beside someone with his behind or a rear leg making contact. He’s a little tough guy, but shakes during thunderstorms. A bit of a softy when it comes down to it.
LikeLiked by 2 people
They live for touch!
LikeLike
So cute. And Apple (or Apollonia) is a great name! Nice poem, too. Collected into the Robert Okaji Loves Dogs chapbook someday soon, right?
LikeLiked by 2 people
She’s named after Michael Corleone’s first wife in The Godfather. And who knows what chapbooks will appear? But I think I’d have to write a few more dog poems. 🙂
LikeLike
Aha…good thing you cleared that up, Bob, or I could’ve just gone on presuming you are a secret Prince/Apollonia fan. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
There are secrets, and then there are secrets!
LikeLike
Beautiful. They search for the centre every time. Greetings to you and Apple.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. They fill the between!
LikeLiked by 1 person