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