He Observes A Dog's Dreams

Last night was the first time
I caught our dog dreaming

His chest inflated
Deeply,  quickly
His legs spasmed
In a sleepy parody
Of running,  chasing

It was not,  however, the first time
I caught myself dreaming
Of you: a couple hundred
Of all the others: several hundred more
Of happiness: countless

My chest would rise
Imagine your smell
Filling my nose

And my heart would race
Running,  chasing

But though I caught
Myself and our dog
I'll certainly never catch you

Portland;

city stitched together by bridges

I am a thread fallen from the loom
I have no shuttlecock nor needle guide
And
There is no sympathetic eye to hold me

To pull me through

To bind my soul to yours

And still your bridges       

Stand as false promises