That’s what we called Loki, our German Shepherd housemate, partner, and inspiration. Between Friday’s walk and Sunday dawn, she passed over the Rainbow Bridge. Irreplaceable, but she lives in memory like all the other great dogs we’ve lost. Here’s a poem and photo from her early days with us – that energy lasted through her 12 years.
Latest Draft
Accident creates our new world –
a meteor’s fallen to earth, and everyone’s
rushing out, searching for the pieces.
I’ve picked up
shreds of paper off the carpet,
once the first draft of a poem revised by
Loki-teeth.
Smash and shatter
of creation, detritus spinning into empty
space.
My puppy
scratches at the door, whining to run free.
Pure energy seeking
a vacuum,
a dark hole in the fence,
pull of a distant sun.
~ Taylor Graham
