June 15, 2013

I was only going out
to get closer to the slanting
sunbeams streaming through
fog in the trees,
one of those mornings
that makes the gray
worth it all,
when she looks up startled
from her resting place in the garden
why doesn’t she get up
her doe eyes reflect
my heart-clenching
fear of injury and visions
of animal control
and violence
I can’t do this
I can’t do this
I can’t do this,
she leaves when
I stop looking at her.