I love hiking.
I love where I live.
I love my boys, man and dog.
I am trying to love having just one dog.
One dog who is grown,
can take himself out to go potty,
can be trusted to not eat the couch while I’m in the shower,
who after a long walk will chill, hang out with me while I work,
and who, as far as I know, isn’t terminally ill.
But even as I open myself to loving this moment,
this just one dog,
I also carry the weight of love
for my two boys who are gone,
live that love/loss just as presently,
experience that love without a target,
love unbound from form.