More godlike than dog there’s smile in your walk your shadow and shadow me you do. How is it that as I slide my hand over your head along your spine, your silk, your warmth will move a health into me simply through touch? Seems odd to say out loud. No thoughts disrupt this wordless exchange. We sit snout to nose your velvety jowls are soft kindness. Over and again you return your lolloping love as patient as my casualty. Such sweetnesses in the nudge of you, our foreheads still again. Wet nose on my cheek. This is where safe is. Where hot smelly breath is, is hair-fall and being scratched by too keen claws, canine caress gone slightly wrong. How is it that day and night get so busy with worldly and you’re always here when I get back?
Gillian Swain is from Lake Macquarie, living in East Maitland NSW. Gillian’s first poetry collection is “My Skin its own Sky” (Flying Islands Press 2019) following the chap-book “Sang Up” (Picaro Press, 2001).
She has poems published in various anthologies and journals, most recently in Live Encounters magazine: Special Australia-New Zealand edition.
Gillian reads poetry at many events, holds poetry workshops for adults and children and is Co-Director of the Indie Writers Festival ‘IF Maitland’.
Gillian’s most favourite things are her four children, her husband and Mum, their two dogs, poetry and coffee… not necessarily in that order.