We Have Our Dogs and Their Ancestral Blessing


If tomorrow,

it turns out that our lives

are more mysterious than we thought

but our connection to each other deeper,


involving secrets about the creation of fire

and the folds of time that figure, mathematically,

into the distance between our encampment

and the distant stars, then even so


we believe that we are ready

More ready, probably, because we are friends

The scouts say it is dark up ahead

but we know how to live from meal to meal


We have our flags

We have our dogs and their ancestral blessing

Out on the road, we will survive the winter

In the spring, the wind will write its thoughts

upon the future


It thinks of us

It thinks that we will win



(Watch a video version of this poem, produced by Eleanor Lerman’s brother, journalist Philip Lerman)