The Hug Knows No Bounds

Sunshine angles filtered by a leafy crown
And hoofprints on the ground a dotted chart
That graphs a friendship’s progress on its path,
The rhythm of two bodies, yet one heart.

Two on the shadowed trail or meadow bright
Or trotting ‘neath a dim and dusty roof–
Time’s motion measured by their hearts
And seconds marked by softly thudding hoof.

Untutored is the one who needs to ask,
“At what point did this bond become win-win,
When muscles, scents, eyes and even cells
Agreed to let the other’s strong will in?”

What difference does it make if one has two legs, one has four?
Along the trail of shared surrender, this is shown:
A hug eternal (nothing less and nothing more).
In moments of communion, God is known.