This poem warms my heart. It’s from Mary Oliver’s latest book, “Dog Songs”. It’s about a rescue dog, so I dedicate this to Sherman and Bruiser. My two rescue dogs.
BENAJAMIN, WHO CAME FROM WHO KNOWS WHERE
What Shall I do?
When I pick up the broom, he leaves the room.
When I fuss with kindling he runs for the yard.
Then he’s back, and we hug for a long time.
In his low-to-the-ground chest, I can hear his heart slowing down.
Then I rub his shoulders and kiss his feet and fondle his long hound ears.
Benny, I say, don’t worry.
I also know the way the old life haunts the new.
This is a great poem for a rescue dog. And I constantly fondle Shermie’s ears which is why I added his photo above. Thank you Mary Oliver. Your poetry is beautiful.