There’s this tough navy guy Dwayne and his royal bulldog Henry who drop by the coffeeshop just about every day for coffee, a breakfast sandwich, a wood pulp newspaper and a community buzz. We go bananas for the king here, but he could give two shits about us.
Henry had an older, alpha sister, the imperial queen Victoria and although they made quite the stunning pair, he didn’t care about her either, except when she died and he became listless and droopy, dragging his paws for a while. I asked Dwayne about it because I have become wildly invested in Henry’s wellbeing. Whether he cares for me or not, I love him.
One year later last week, Dwayne adopted a baby bully Margaret, or Maggie, as she is aptly coined, to love with them in their forever home. Maggie is only six weeks old, so exquisitely sweet and guileless, she can crack the hardest heart, and quite plainly, Dwayne’s is shattered. The day before he went to pick her up at the farm where she was bred, he got on his hands and knees, scouring and baby-proofing his apartment from top to bottom, happier than a cynical, life-worn man could ever hope to be. He’d been talking about a baby for a long time, but that sleepless night before her arrival, he posted a photo of Henry guarding her gleaming crate, and burst my heart with the humility of his words:
I was telling this story to a pithy painting restorer from the UK over ginger tea at the coffeeshop and felt another rush of joy when I repeated Dwayne’s quiet rapture, word-for-word, and then the Brit proclaimed that it reminded him of the opening line of a great, American poem, by the one-and-only ee cummings:
I am a little church, (no great cathedral)
I looked it up and here’s more:
around me surges a miracle of unceasing
birth and glory and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of hope, and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains
Ohhhh, e, I breathed as I sped-read. You nailed it.
Welcome, Maggie. I can’t wait to hold you in my arms.
Now, how can I possibly hold on to such simple pleasures?I turn inward and ask myself: can I keep this joy alive? Can you? Is it enough to sustain our weary hearts over this frighteningly cold and rainy, climate-changed season? On the flowers of May, it snowed in Montreal. Water is flooding the streets. Can the poetry of life and a newborn pup be enough?
Lovers! we know the answer. Happy Spring.
Special thanks and big ups to Dwayne Albert for his mesmerizing selfie, for being the greatest dog Dad and for letting me share.
GOOD NEWS FLASH: The Brit’s divine daughter Olivia, a canny coffeeshop regular gave me another surge: I carry your heart with me. What e says.
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