Wolf lines

SOC Writing _ 24.9.21

Wolf lines

Draw a line; follow it – to its dearth – to its end. In the snow – light fading – into ink, into black I follow the trail – deeper and deeper into the drifts where I kept stumbling – kept losing my balance – my mind off line – confused, keeping on this line of wolf – mind of wolf – follow – follow – the cross of Christ at my back – the light of a new possibility – a new life ahead. I keep going, keep on keeping on – one foot in front of the other – this new frontier is dark – I cannot see the horizon – only trees - heavier and darker still – I smell her fur – her pelt is thick in my nostrils – I go on – keeping loyal to that which I know not. Moving towards the kill – the prize that is only in the air – only yet a figment – only something calling - calling – a wisper – then a whimper – who am I? Where am I going? Am I alone or is this a band of brothers around my sides – the snarling pack is near me – those who have my back – my best interests – we are part of this tracking the ghost in the midst of a fallen forest – of mines that the old soldiers left – deft now – deftly moving in the silent tread – the only stead – being the heartbeat of you in all your bloody chest – muzzle wet from panting – you are beyond yourself here – just like you read – staying beyond the pale of what you once were - the throw back in my imagination has me embarrassed for a split second – then back to this snowy path – the storm blowing overhead – but the track leading out into an open plain where beyond the dark I see a light rising in the east – the beckoning of my beloved – a long night ending – a new day rising and the pain in my chest turning to delight as I realize how happy I am to be a wolf and she too – having left – now to return again.