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

trivialities.

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

through,

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 

back,

If you would only let it in.