Calling the Dog

 

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 Calling the Dog

 

Following messages left in leaves, soil, air

he wanders too far.

When I call    he pauses

quickening

to hurl fullness and glory

ahead of the self

like whales breach, tigers lunge, hawks soar.

There’s nothing but an arc

between hearing his name and springing

toward the one who named him.

 

I want this completeness.

I want to feel 100 trillion cells spark

from my body in answer

to what we call spirit.

I want to taste

the shimmering voltage course

from every rock, tree, star.

 

A moment before reaching me

he unsprings,

back to golden fur and brown eyes

arriving tongue first.

 

Laura Grace Weldon

from Tending  (for my friends Cocoa Bean and Winston)