thoughts as music drifts from the neighbours garden

the dog just put his head in my open hand so I gave some little ear scratches and comfort maybe I'll test out the technique myself try walking into unannounced embraces let myself fall into that other space a space I can't recall the name of where the world stops spinning and you are perfectly held and protected maybe it's me too scared to feel safe my instinct is to say yes to all the plans be involved in being wanted but my action is to lie still I've just been advised there's some olive bread I might like in the kitchen that's an open hand I think...