it occurs to me
as I step into my shorts
to take my sweet pit
out for her 3 am ‘business’
and then carefulyl hold
onto the corner of the glass
front china cabinet
to slip my shoes on
someday it will not
be safe to stand
and step into
my pants, sometimes even now
I almost fall
Which is why I steady
against the cabinet
so I will have to sit
and maybe have some shoes
that are easier to slip on
and by then, maybe our lovely dog
will be long dead, which makes me think,
when she dies,
will I bury her in the yard,
as I have done with every other dog,
I have had since 1964?
Will I be able to dig the hole?
I can hear my wife saying
I am too morbid for words,
but these are my words, my thoughts,
and it occurs to me,
even if I sit so I don’t fall
through the glass,
and even if I don’t get another dog,
or get one who doesn’t need
a midnight walk,
someday I will no longer
need to worry about dogs
and shoes and glass
and digging holes.