Eye

I look in his eye,

And I see all that I need to see.

A question.

An open assessment

A willingness

For whatever comes.

He trots over

All big and head up

Blowing, snorting, watching me.

What ever move I make

He’ll turn and run away

Lifting his feet high.

Reveling in the joy of movement

Of muscle and bone

Of motion and feeling

And that eye

For just a moment

That apex

That fulcrum

That moment between

Between evaluating

And running away

For just that moment

His eye is like a window

Into something deeper

Some world behind surface appearance

Some place where life comes from

And I have been seen

And it means the world to me

I have been seen by the primordial

Recognized

Accepted

And it means the world to me.