night I was the wolf
by kathryn magendie
night I was the wolf. I crawled from my special hiding place, and
sniffed the wind. There, to the south, I took in my brothers, and
to the west, my offspring. And all was well. I loped through the woods,
the grass feathered against my legs, and the rocks cooling in the
moon glow. Up ahead, I sense prey, but I am not hungry for meat. I
sniff the air again and paw at the ground, my restless nature rising
full and wanting and ancient.
faster, and up up up the mountain I climb. Once at the top, upon a
massive rock that has seen the edge of time and felt the bitter and
the forgiving wind, has seen the steps of my ancestors, has withstood
all the assaults of time and space...on that beautiful rock I stood
and lifted my snout into the air.
I howled, long and low and restless and full full of want. I howled
to old man moon, I howled to the town below, whose lights were dimmed
and sleeping. I howled to the ones I love, and the ones I lost.
when I was spent, when the howl left me hoarse and empty, I turned,
bid farewell to the rock of ancient times, and I ran, faster than
I had ever run before, back to my hiding place, before the first curls
of red and orange and yellow could herald in a new day, before I would
be seen and questioned.And I curled up, round like eternity, and I
fell into sleep, deep and hard and without want.