When your brother followed the light
he turned into man’s best friend.
Whatever was left in dark black woods
is what you meant to retain.

Glimpsing your profile
as it disappeared
was to believe for one second
that perhaps you could also be
known: I called you by the name
of my dog
without opening my mouth
and offered you food
in my dreaming
faith that base desires
bridge all chasms of difference
as they help me feel right in my life.
But your motion,
a flow wed to untamed ground,
dissolved my impulse in shame.

I stayed silent.
You ran
and would be no dog
and after cresting a ridge
left riddles of creation.