Honoring Another Day

Following the casual desert trails
That lead to the morning mountains,
A friend walks with his little dog
Who is afraid of the dark. As is he.
I imagine him saying, with shaky reassurance,
“See, we made it through another night.
And the day is laughing. Not at us, but with us.”
And I imagine his little dog answers;
Trotting through the winter sage,
Following the faint scent of rabbits.