Why can't we all be like dogs?
Even though it comes back to its own ruins,
it comes back anyway.
It comes back
in spite of itself.
Regardless of scolds, colds, and hurt,
unwavered faith dragged through man-made dirt.
In spite of itself:
such awe,
such terror and deadly splendor,
and yet
such patience,
as if astute enough to sympathize the human condition.
Why can't we be man's best friend?
~ b.s. belay
