Why We Walk The Dogs

dragonfly hope poem, dog walking poem,

Why We Walk the Dogs

Yawning, you say you’re too tired

yet we can’t refuse

brown-eyed pleading at the door.


Away from these walls we more easily silence

sorrow, hardship, loss

by looking, only looking.


Cows in the lower pasture raise their heads as we pass.

A Baltimore oriole alights on a hickory fencepost

twined with yellow flowers. The sun stretches

generous arms of light cloud to cloud.


The old dog walks alongside,

as the puppy bounds through ditches

up hillsides, joyously muddy

collecting scents for his dreams.


When grief or fear catches in my throat

I remember to look at the sky

letting higher possibilities

hover over our steps.


Then through evening brightness

dozens of blue and green dragonflies

swoop around us in some unknown ritual.


We wonder which of nature’s perfect gestures—

migration, mating, defense—this may be.

Standing in the middle of our complicated lives,

we feel a lift of hope requiring no effort

and turn toward home, wide awake.


Laura Grace Weldon

published EarthSpeak Magazine
Autumn 2009

About Laura Grace Weldon

Laura Grace Weldon is the author of four books and served as 2019 Ohio Poet of the Year. She's the editor of Braided Way: Faces & Voices of Spiritual Practice. She works as a book editor, teaches writing workshops, and maxes out her library card each week.
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