5 by Merridith Allen

Says the blind wolf to me –

Follow my footsteps
Sunk inches deep
In winter’s tears

He takes me
On some ponderous journey
Through a forest
With no eyes

No sound
Save for the echo
Of his breath
In my ears

A drum
Beating against my brain
Reminder that gasping for air
Is all too familiar

I am lost.

Given to whims of fancy
Slipping under sheets
Acting out some fallacy
When all I want is a song

That heart’s melody
Tapping on my ribs
Sweet sanctuary in your arms

But here –

The wolf jumps
And I follow
An abyss so deep
I am swallowed whole.


About Merridith Allen