217: A Safe Place to Land
We got another bed for the dog-
a living room bed, as opposed to the bedroom bed.
I know, I know, love is bonkers sometimes.
The new bed is tucked up against the wall,
a mound of blue cushion again a backdrop of brick.
She spins circles in it, thrusts her nose under the edges,
lays belly up, flops her ears over the side.
And I am delighted-
one part human, one part joy.
For I am starting to see,
that in this and all things;
my favorite gift to give
is a safe place to land.
Written by Sarah A. Speed // Writing the Good