Sirius is looking straight up at Orion,
wondering why he’s not in the hunt.
He wants to run the ice and snow.
He wants to please the heroic hunter,
and leave this underworld above the Earth.
A dog finds me resting roadside here
in the woods. He is all energy.
Collared but unleashed, he sniffs – finds me
boring and old – and launches forward again.
I pull up my collar. It’s cold.
Having settled myself into the warm corner
of afternoon sunlight resting on the couch,
a dream loped rabbit-like into my head.
I ran four-legged across the summer meadow,
and woke sweaty, winded, sniffing and hungry.