By Lori Zavada
Pensacola Branch, Florida
It’s the perfect time to write, except for the tick, tick, ticking
of the ceiling fan tossing an emptiness about. It’s only been one hour.
I turn to step over you, but you aren’t here.
I reach for the treat tin, but you aren’t here.
I refill your water bowl, but you aren’t here.
I hear you snore – impossible – you aren’t here!
I try to accept the temporary absence and the tightness that
settles into my shoulders. We do this every month, but
every time is an assault – an ominous foreshadowing
I want nothing to do with. I get the call that groom day is
finally over.
Did I grab my purse?
Lock the door?
Look for traffic?
Did I forget to pay?
For now, life resumes and we’re both content. You curl up
with a treat on an oversized pillow. I step over you and sit
down to write, taking note of the quiet ceiling fan that hoovers
above me.
Great poem, Lori. It shows the anxiety in our everyday lives and how pets help to relieve that stress.
This poem reminds us of the quiet, companionable, unconditional love that pets bring to our lives. The poet skillfully conveys this sense of comfort, and what her pet’s absence means to her.
Very sweet, Lori. We do love our pets and miss them when they’re not with us.