Tuesday, January 17, 2012
The Wolf of the World
A woman on the other side
of the world sleeps when I wake,
wakes alone without map or net
and watches each way while I sleep.
A candle burns on both ends.
A harsh note on the other side
of the dark vibrates up my last nerve
and sets me humming in my spine.
Speak now. You will not be allowed
to forever hold your peace.
I must stand with the woman
who stands with me, because
women can do these things: pull
each other up by the boot buckles,
carve each other clean sin by sin.
I send notes to the other side
of the void to say: yes,
I have not only heard of the wolf
I have seen him from the corner
of my eye, that sly worn devil
Nearly toothless in the light of cold day
but large and patient in the dim.
Retron 2008. Dakota, a grey wolf at the UK Wolf Conservation Trust, howling on top of a snowy hill.