Oh Oliver
A small love letter to the dog who keeps walking into the room and rearranging the day.
Some poems are for the people we love. This one is for the dog. Oliver, mostly. If you’ve been here for a while, you know him.
Oh Oliver!
What joy you bring
Splendid like regal splendour
Special like a day in Spring
Your curious soul’s a blessin’ to behold
I promise to take care of you, even when you’re old
Dogs do something to the texture of a day that nothing else does. They don’t know about the meeting that’s stressing you out, the email you’ve been avoiding, the version of you that’s scared. They know about you, in the room, right now, available. That’s a kind of medicine.
This is for Oliver, but it’s also for whoever your Oliver is.
— JTC