After I move furniture to make way for what's coming
I sit eyes closed, neck long—
trying to imagine space full of cardboard boxes
and a dog with a crate
three times bigger
to remind me of how we grow.
She will need peanut butter and baby gates,
gentle nudges and worn out legs
I will run with her away from these oak trees
and we will be pioneers together;
she will push her nose into this life we have built
and we'll make room.
Meet Zoey, the new member of our family as of 2/28/12