The dog waits
at
the window
I mean
that’s what he does
If I go to the market
for 15 minutes
if I am
at work
for several hours
He sits, on a soft chair, he sits
looks
listens
peers
Sees all sorts of things
don’t
get
me wrong
there’s a lot going on
People
other dogs
birds
wind
cars
He sees it
smells
it
senses it
But
he gets
down
off
that chair
barks
runs to the front door
for
me
It is not something
I deserve
at
least
I don’t feel like I do
But
I
cherish it
He is that very kind
to me
So when
he
left
as it were
when
his
time
came to a conclusion
as
it were
I sat in the same chair
and
looked out
and
watched
and
to a real degree
waited
that maybe
you never know
maybe
he
will come back
and
I will run to that door
I will run
like you cannot believe
I mean
why
not?
But he won’t
come back
I know
He’s
gone
Hopefully not for good
Now
every time
I see
some one
sitting
and
waiting
for someone
or some thing
waiting
just
waiting
I see the back of his head in my mind’s eye
and
I see
that
it’s
just a matter of time
The best
is
yet to come
Waiting
is
worth it
It could be any moment now
