24 Jan 2015

Wolf Totem

I grow weary
of this,
Trying to balance myself on two feet,
When all I want to do
is run,

Without your knowing,
I lead you here,
Where your mind empties of life's

Were you able,
you would see the slight shifting
of your ears,
noticing the snapping of
an invisible branch,

You would understand why
your sense of smell is as sharp
and clear as the unsullied
snow that you traipse

You would better be able
to explain the sometimes metallic
taste in your mouth,
when you've eaten nothing
all day.

It would all come rushing 
If you would only let it in.

1 comment:

cheryl said...

Brilliant write Barry!