All my life, I have never met a truer friend
Her eyes catch mine
Filled with tears, and in hers
I see only her concern for my reflection.
Holding her head in my hands,
I press my head against hers
And she collapses, paws up
In a puddle to scratch her belly.
She listens to me sing,
Waits at my feet while I draw or write,
Attends my side, night and day
When I don’t feel well enough to go on.
Without her I am angry and confused,
With her I am comforted and loved.
She knows my every movement,
Tracks my every sound.
She’s gotten into my bloodstream
I can feel her behind my eyes
And the many ways in which we differ
Part like the morning mist at our feet.
How you hold me up,
Saying to me, “these storms will pass.”
“It won’t be long now.”
“Hold on tight, my drowning boy.”
“Rise up, rise up
On wings like eagles
Run with me
Though you are weary.”
William lives in mid-Michigan. He has a five-year-old daughter. He has written poetry for 28 years, wrote for a spiritual blog for five years, and writes for various blogs and newsletters.