Thursday, December 6, 2007

Never to be housed.

A cry

a long echoing solitude
over desert plains

A call
like a coyote howling
creeping across the fields

towards me and through
and from within me

A resonance deep
as if a memory of tomorrow
as if called long ago
in the beginning of time


Remembrance stirring
still resisting
will forever

Stepping aside
from the catch trying
Fingers long

in the in betweens
hoping to touch me
reach me
touch upon my very soul

I dance away
as always

Wild in essence
never to be housed

never to be blamed
never to be held
never to be touched
never to be known
never to be loved
like humans

My stillness howling
howling into nothing
like the wolf I am