Our little bit of the world was frozen that day At the dentist’s office something that makes something else Do something else was frozen and would not work And so I waited with Mary’s book about dogs
Dog is one of the messengers of that rich and still magical first world.
The frost was still upon the windowsill As an hour passed for me and Mary’s dogs Their adventures in the woods, their lonely times Their happy glances into their human’s eyes
Our new dog, named for the beloved poet, / ate a book
Even though the something else was frozen in ice Our little bit of the world was warmer for a time
Because of the dog’s joyfulness, our own is increased
Quotes from Mary Oliver, Dog Songs, Penguin, New York: 2013