My dog follows me into sleep. I dreamt of her while in Venice.
By day we floated on the Grand Canal, at night I swam with her in a New England lake.
Animals are the key to all the secrets of the subconscious.
Corky followed me up a slope of raspberry bushes.
Beautiful flowering trees gleamed just out of reach.
This is how it is to be happily attached to your guide dog.
We rode a train to Verona. She looked out of the window as dogs do.
I thought, “let reality weigh itself”—with Corky I am lighter.
This is how it is.
I was breathing lightly; the April light of northern Italy falling on my eyelashes.
Planet of the Blind 