MY DOG IN ZAZEN
︎︎︎︎︎ Caitlin Gerrard
︎ July 6, 2023
He looked down at his withering body and saw
a silver strand. Pupils, rayed and white, bowed to time—I’ll be,
I’ll be. He crossed his paws. He closed his eyes. Mind floated
up the mountain, fur blossoming from above. Acceptance
poured down: a wave of warmth. His nose twitched lightly
to the changing winds of gravity.
a silver strand. Pupils, rayed and white, bowed to time—I’ll be,
I’ll be. He crossed his paws. He closed his eyes. Mind floated
up the mountain, fur blossoming from above. Acceptance
poured down: a wave of warmth. His nose twitched lightly
to the changing winds of gravity.
Caitlin Gerrard lives and writes in Northern Virginia.