Otis and I are still learning each other. I’m still learning myself. A family circle needs all of its parts: rescue dog discovering home, black cat Latches keeping discoveries to himself, I – briefly, hopelessly dog-less after Loki died – exploring “wild psyche” and intuitive dog training.
Limning Dawn
He likes to make a circle of himself,
malleable as a creature keeping life warm
amid the wilderness of so many not-homes.
Himself. I lean down – the room still dark
around a dimmed spotlight above
what was once the TV corner of the house,
its alien noises and grapeshot flashes.
I’d make myself a part of his quiet circle,
his inner. He allows this now, as if
he hums growls purrs thru the softness
of his coat blacker than the room’s dark,
and shinier. Daily I sweep the kitchen floor,
his shed black hairs go gently airborne
I can never capture every one. He circles
and fills our spaces. He creates this home.
~ Taylor Graham
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