On All Fours You Were Gone
Your head was flattened as far as it could go in that tire track.
We spotted each other at the same time.
I wanted to help, but what could I have done.
There wasn’t enough room under my coat,
And I didn’t want to get scratched by your claws.
Been there. Done that. No thanks again.
It was pouring that day. The sky was dark. The drops were harsh against my face.
I had places to be, but I slowed down and crept toward you.
I thought, maybe, you could use a friend.
Maybe, you could feel a connection with my words and hand gestures.
Without moving your head, I knew you were watching me.
I meant you no harm when you raised your body on all fours.
Out of fear or hesitation, I can’t be sure.
I didn’t mean to drive you out of your comfort zone with that extra step.
You darted away, running for another place.
I watched you through my half-obscured glasses, wondering where you had gone.
For this I am sorry.