@lines DAVID GRAHAM
My spaniel noses into midnight breeze,
his sweet body tense, alert:
we are not alone. There are messages
on the air I cannot read, dusk rabbit,
noon cat, just as he cannot decipher
the constellations, and neither he nor I
understands the leash that holds us.
Orion, Ursa Major, Polaris
preside over both bewilderment and peace,
squirrel nest, juniper hedge, walnut husk
fragrant in dewy grass. We are not alone.