Past memories
Break the barrier
Of approaching dawn
Can almost feel
And smell
The sweat of fear
Sometimes part of those days
Begone! I whisper
Searching for a talisman
In a brass bowl
On my bedside table
But my dogs
Those stubborn
Messy
Dirty
Dogs
So wise
Know
And they surround me
Like the sick mother
From their litter
Keeping me warm
And when the sweat dissipates
They heave sighs of relief
Chasing tails
Digging too close to the garden
And generally rejoicing
As they hear the rattling of dog bones
Making the trip
From the box
To the salivating mouth
I am in their debt
And gladly pay…
© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
