The Boy Returns

My relationship with my golden retriever Jackson.

His fur speaks about hands, loving hands, 

Drifting across the continent of his coat. 

I am boy here, nothing finer in this moment, 

My hands drifting through his hair, 

My fingers digging deeper in my love for him. 

Through our silences, sounds and steps we move like our own universe. 

The old factory tendencies emerge, my steps follow each other, 

The air surrounds us. The simplicity grows into our bones. 

We are together in our separation. 

My old eyes feel youth as Jackson strikes across my view.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Old factory is smelling. Dogs widely loved pastime.

[escherflight]

A very well crafted poem, carefully honed images. 'continet of coat' clever metaphor, 'I am boy here' - a refreshing celebration of the relationship between man and dog.

'old factory tendencies' ?

[Happy hours]

valuable...and full of sweetness..

[Alfred Kukitz]

The influences here are potent. I believe it's a big help. Thanks Kelly!

[Kelly Scheppers]

"drifting across the continent of his coat"

What a powerful line that is, Alfred! There is much love here, and I can fully appreciate your embrace! Aren't dogs wonderful?

[Alfred Kukitz]

This wonder bubble I'm living in is a most wonderful illusion. Thank you all!

[RAOrourke]

wonderfully written about the love and joy the bond between pet and owner

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is precious...nothing like the love between a dog and his master.

[Sharon Kim]

This is a wonderful piece Alfred! The bond between a dog and his human -a fountain of youth and of joy!