(This Life) Part 1: Dog Treats

“Have the dogs been out?” you ask.
They follow, hidden-treats-beguiled,
Into the garden, sky sharpened
To the points of extinction,
edges unimaginable,
And I stand, undressed, facing the stars -
Midwives to all that I was, am -
Not daring to question why, how,
My heart’s static guttering, driven
By the same breathless force that grooms
Our air with its unfathomed sex.
It’s pistils, their physics cushioned, unfold
Primed keys to these lockless doors,
Guardians of the one answer
I cannot, do not want to comprehend.
 
Emptied I’m filled, until dew dripped
I sense them at my feet, waiting,
And I unfurl my hand, praise them,
Then turn to follow your whisper.