Night of Wonder
I take a breath of the night air
in a night gown, in a chair.
Beneath me, the dog lies still.
The heat lasts as long as it wills.
Soaking up sounds; just to be there.
I wonder if he has his feet bare
under the stars and has mussed hair.
Or looking out by the window sill.
I take a breath.
Dreamily the grin’s there, but where
is his mind? I don’t know with care.
Is it with flowers on the hill?
Is it here with me and the thrill?
I shall not ever ask or dare.
I just take a breath…