Making Room

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