My name is witness.
I am called so by all.
I watch you spinning
by my feet in haste
and watch you go by
slow in circles around
my head nodding too.
My name is patience.
A heartbeat proves it.
Fear never outpaces
for I have no worries
to chase in nighttime
tooth-losing slow-mo
nightmare of despair.
My name is yearning.
Senses cry longingly.
Your eyes miss mine
though my face sees
every move you are
each word you make
and I do wait for them
your eyes your hand
your stroke of smile
and grin of hands on
this back and neck
ears and nose and
belly and butt of tail.
I am yours though
you are not mine.
I belong to you.
You not to me.
I am dog.
I am.
You.
In the gaze of the other 
This was beautiful, love you Kiah.
Thanks, Jim. She is the emblem of silent fidelity and hope. Or the weasel sneak climbing atop beds where she doesn’t belong. My bff.