on my walks,
through rocky forest and ridged glens,
I was visited.
my heart, was weak,
and my blood, slowed, to a sluggish crawl.
I was dying.
took greater effort,
and though, there was no sitting place,
sit, I did.
came through a fog,
that grew, ever thicker, until I was lost,
for a moment.
cried out, in silence,
for I had, no breath, to speak,
please, not now.
Came the questioning answer,
why not now, amid the plants, rocks, animals?
No better place.
I had, only one answer,
because I love life, and I have, not yet, lived,
enough, not yet.
then, a flash, of black and white,
with one happy eye brown, and one, ice blue,
my last canine companion,
who loved life, and died, much too soon,
came to me.
she nudged, with silent smile,
get up, and run, for a walk, with me,
around the bend.
let's go see, what is there,
something new, is over there, get up,
let's go see.
I felt, cracked and broken,
fragile, any second, an end and a beginning.
So I stood.
she danced, I took a step,
and, one became many, as I followed her ghost,
up a ridge.
to the other side,
to begin, anew, another path, ridge, glen,
and still another.
the two of us, happy,
living exploring lives, going here, and there,
wherever we cared.
I gained in strength,
and walked the sun down, once more, with her.
No other care.
faced with another climb,
and a parting, the sun and day, Zorah and me.
She did turn.
come, one more ridge,
let's go, one more, let's go see, one more,
always one more.
Zorah Dog, yes, one more.
And so, I struggled, the steepest climb,
and, we stood.
breath that, just a while back,
I thought, I would never breath, never be.
I was glad.
we parted, again, for a bit,
Zorah continued on, always on, ever on.
I went back.