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
me
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
grasping
in the in betweens
hoping to touch me
reach me
touch upon my very soul
I dance away
as always
unreachable
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
void
howling into nothing
like the wolf I am