Dependent

I watch the prancing - the clicking claws
Little features arched,
Taut and quivering
Tea pot of anticipation swelling
Inside the lap-sized body, pacing,
Moving, surging with restless striations of white, off-white

Heaving his adoration,
Unconscious of the length of your absence
Casting amnesiatic affection in waves of joy-spasms
He sees his master as if for the first time.

Does my soul wait like this, O Lord?
Hope like this? Yearn like this?
Do I, like my little dog,
Utterly, unabashedly dependent,
Cast my longing gaze out the window of my dwelling place?

Do I, with every sinew stretched,
Hope to be your captive?
To see you walk with long, large steps,
Up my driveway,
Come through my door,
Capture me, and lift me up?