Here We Are, But

Here we are
my dog and me,
close to the edge
but safe.
He's on his lead
and I've got
my red shoes on,
which you can barely see
now that our Creator
has decided to scribble
all over our ideal existence!
Why would he do that?
It doesn't make sense.
I'm feeling less safe now
but my dog, ever the optimist,
is still wagging his tail.
'Relax,' he says.
'What will be will be.'
'Easy for you to say,
you're just a dog'
I reply. But immediately
regret saying it. He
stares at me.

Don't Worry