All god’s creatures do this.
Look–
the dog at your feet and
the dog at your side
are making half-moons of their eyes.
Their contented squints carry
no judgment about things not yet done;
they operate on no schedule
save the occasional
ding!
of the belly alarm.
Their warm bodies contain
no capacity for should–
only want to
and
don’t want to.
A fine nap centered in
a slice of golden afternoon light
is not a reward to be earned.
It is simply one more way
their skin and bones and breath say
yes
to this day.
