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For Nine-Week-Old Mira

For Nine-Week-Old Mira July 14, 2014

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This fall, Sounds True is publishing a box set of teaching conversations based on the poems in my book Reduced to Joy. The poems are the teachers and unfold the journey from our head to our heart. For the next two months, I’m happy to be previewing poems and reflections from the box set.

We recently lost our beloved dog-child Mira, a yellow-lab whose eyes you could live in and whose breathing touch had become home. It’s been a hard loss. I found this poem I wrote when we first brought her home over thirteen years ago.

 

For Nine-Week-Old Mira

I know, I know. There’s bacon in the sink

and my slipper to shred. And that Shepherd

smell three houses down. But sleep, my puppy.

There will be other leaves to chase and sticks

to chew. You miss nothing when you sleep

but what it is to see you sleep: your lashes

twitting, your small eyes in dream, your

doggish yips, your belly in and out.

We watch you: pure eyes, pure run,

pure lick. Always needing to have

some part touch. Sleep, sweet puppy.

When you sleep, you stall us

into a softness we forget.

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